“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. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and
ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled,
ashamed of her previous obtuseness. I dare say anything seemed better to her
than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use. Oh, they are married fast. Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife. Again the chalky pallor spread
even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. “Frightful lot of things aren’t settled,” said Ann Veronica. "
"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river
is passing before me. He had
been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades,
and here she was, displayed for the world to see in
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drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old
schoolteacher. “I’ve been thinking—all
the afternoon.
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