"Open
my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast
looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. So the talk went on, and presently they were criticising novelists, and certain
daring essays of Wilkins got their due share of attention, and then they were
discussing the future of the theatre. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty,
nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as
blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he
led her to the altar some twenty years ago. But—”
The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. She tried to be casual. Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan
fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered
the church. ”
“I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament,” she continued. ’
So that was it. Gerald kicked the panelled
wall in frustration.
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