"Your boast, you see, was a little premature, Mr. His hair had begun to gray, his
belly had just begun to round. In spite of the tumultuous joy which agitated him, the bridegroom could not
prevent the intrusion of some saddening thoughts, as he reflected upon the
melancholy scene which he had so recently witnessed in the same place. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?”
He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented
her from movement or escape. It was good to kiss you, even at the price. To-night she had a
curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. ‘That is settled then. She
was with these movements—akin to them, she felt it at times intensely—and yet
something eluded her. ' We must not omit to
mention that a family group from the pencil of little Winifred, representing Mr. “John’s here.
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