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We have to hang about in the interval. “To tell you the truth, it has seemed just lately as though we were becoming in some measure estranged. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. He claimed me for his wife, and showed to every one a marriage certificate. Ann Veronica was much impressed by a mighty trying on and altering and fussing about Alice’s “things”—Alice was being re-costumed from garret to cellar, with a walking-dress and walking-boots to measure, and a bride’s costume of the most ravishing description, and stockings and such like beyond the dreams of avarice—and a constant and increasing dripping into the house of irrelevant remarkable objects, such as— Real lace bedspread; Gilt travelling clock; Ornamental pewter plaque; Salad bowl (silver mounted) and servers; Madgett’s “English Poets” (twelve volumes), bound purple morocco; Etc. “Nothing was ever done,” Miss Brett asserted, “without a certain element of Faith. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me.
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