“It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked, throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. I will not be persecuted in this way by you. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. ” It was as if she faced a darkness in which was something very beautiful and wonderful as yet unimagined. So am I. He has often told me that if he could play sober, he would go to America and reap a fortune. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position.
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