As she came in this morning she saw that the lamp was still burning in the study; so she stopped at the door. ” She whispered. What do you say to Brighton——” Anna looked at him quietly—and he never finished his sentence. The thought of the picture but added to her despondency. It ought never to have begun. It was better even than the hymn-singing. "What is it?" "The night," she answered.
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