She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. ’ ‘That’s odd. She shuddered. She did her best to do this. He singled out my poor husband from a crowd of other felons; and you know how right he was in that case, Sir. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. “I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason. ’ ‘I am relieved to hear it. " "Don't say so," cried Mrs.
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