"
"My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. ”
She could not go on, for she was laughing and crying at the same time. Her hair
was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode;
and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. "Come! I see the storm has blown over," cried Winifred, brightening up. I have
suffered all this. No one spoke, and she
was impelled to flounder on. If and
when Ray was ever found, she would be long gone and
they would be unable to explain what had happened to
him. She
arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. Melusine jumped up, turning swiftly. She cursed the treachery of
memory, its frailty and spottiness.
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