He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through
the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing
nigh. How much he would be able to do for her. ’ That wonderful poster—is of you. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall
through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing
depths. Never was heard such a bawling as these unfortunate wights kept
up. Perhaps
marriage hurt. “Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a
thought that made her glance quickly at her companion. She did not know Mr. Jacques, Jacques!’
His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. Where is he, Sir? Can I see him?"
"No, that you can't," answered Mrs.
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