On that night,—that fatal night,—Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart. “Hainault was Celeste’s friend, and Celeste was Annabel’s enemy,” Courtlaw said. Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered the church. The chance had gone. Anna, quitting her chair, dropped on her knees by her sister’s side and took her hand.
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