He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band
in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his
handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager
solicitude. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and
sought to emulate it, if only to please her. They were talking of “Alcide,” as they often did in those days. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief,
she was tranquil. There was hope for me then. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is
blessed with children, she doesn't mind. ”
“You must admit,” he declared, “that to us—who had seen you—the thought of
your trying anything else was amazing.
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