She gaped at its
keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned
upright. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t
you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and
affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. CHAPTER I. Here was a poor half-naked
creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand,
seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. She was recalling the
circumstances under which she had engaged herself to Manning, and trying to
understand a curious development of the quality of this relationship. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. To my loving parents and brothers, and
my Aunts, Gail and Barb.
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