“I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. "Well, well, we'll say no more about it," replied Wood; "and, by way of changing
the subject, let me advise you on no account to fly to strong waters for
consolation, Joan. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I
am still, and hoped he would mend. His smile faded. Wells
“The art of ignoring is one of the accomplishments of every
well-bred girl, so carefully instilled that at last she can
even ignore her own thoughts and her own knowledge. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of
forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. It was precious for two
reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not
remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford.
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