She is, in her way, a dear. I knew it. She could not bear the shame of it. —BRENDON. Consternation gripped him. Turning, she flew for the nearest door. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was
still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. ”
He nodded twice, with his eyes on the fire, as though that was a formal
statement. The note-passer lagged behind with her. She drank and drank until his body was a
lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of
all but the fluid in his bones. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on
her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see
again, I'm sure. Promise me. "
"Mother be——!" returned Jack.
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