Then I assumed a rather portentous manner to prepare him. ”
Mr. I somehow understood. See!" she added, tearing the rag
from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were
different. "How goes it?" he began, heartily. “Please come by. Hang the
wench! Roding was right. \" His tone was weak and
conciliatory. I went at last when I had barely a shilling in
my purse to a dramatic agent. But at the beginning of the affray, when he
thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns to remark his
absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose of avoiding the
engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), but because he had
another object in view. It was no
marriage at all. She saw herself building up a life upon that
—a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a
life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. “Go on!”
“People talked to you in Paris about us,” she continued, “about Anna the
virtuous and Annabel the rake. It is a lovely little appendage to
the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with
her very gestures.
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