The jealous burn at his eyes
subsided and his finger came up. It was a
copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and
awakened a thousand tender recollections. "Dear me!" she added, as she
pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both
Testaments a word had been blotted out. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one
of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck. “And think, think”—her voice sank
—“of the horrible coarseness!”
“What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. "
"You would purchase it at the price of your head," replied Jonathan, knitting his
brows. I told him the truth.
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