” “At any rate,” she declared, “your remarks decided me. When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores. From under his pillow he dragged forth the key to the trunk. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. ” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. “I wonder,” she said, “how much you care. ” His eyes were burning. "Then I'll have it before to-morrow morning," said the keeper of the New Prison, to himself. "Come Bess,—no whimpering. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood.
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