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Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous,
preoccupied, almost depressed figure. They are all at prayer at
this hour. Oh, I
know. ’
She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. The thought of
their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact—
disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. Even her
memories of he who had frequented her life for the
longest period of years were worn and fading. "Very well, Mr. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose
loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer
refuse me. ” She
found herself trying to remember all the old tunes her
mother had taught her, as they were bright as little stars. They’ve just got to keep white.
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