"A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. In the struggle, Mrs. 176 “No, it’s very good. “You see, it comes after all,” she continued, “from certain original convictions which have become my religion. ” “We’ve both fallen on our feet! We’re the rarest of mortals! The real thing! There’s not a compromise nor a sham nor a concession between us. I packed so hurriedly that it will take me a long time to find my things. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. He has a heart that is easily broken. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image.
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