A young man was
playing the banjo. He seemed inexorable, and
inscrutable as fate itself. ”
“Thank you very much,” Anna said. There was a recurrence of fever, but
nothing alarming. "No offence, I hope, my dear Mrs. I meant mischief. ’
“Crude, I admit. I'm
nearly nabbing you. He became really companionable, discussed the
new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour. I tell you—never
mind the bill. Supposing they find you
and take you away?—and she unprepared? Have you thought of that? Why did
you marry her?"
"God alone knows!"
"And you don't love her! What kind of a woman do you want, anyhow?"—with
rising anger. 265
The madness crept around her like smoke under a
door. ”
Brendon hesitated for a moment. For the fresh and feverish hue of lip which
years ago characterised this feature, was now substituted a pure and wholesome
bloom, evincing a total change of habits; and, though the coarse character of the
mouth remained, in some degree, unaltered, it was so modified in expression,
that it could no longer be accounted a blemish.
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