He regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes. " Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same category as this Taber. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. He was also, had she known it, more than a little insincere. You will torture yourself and torture her all through life; but in the end she will pour the wine of her faith into a sound chalice. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. She calmed herself, breathing deeply. She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years.
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