His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. "And the will?" he said, with forced calmness. “Dear John,” she whispered. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. She was quivering with the sense of Capes at her side and glowing with heroic love; it seemed to her that if they put their hands jointly against the Alps and pushed they would be able to push them aside. ’ She grasped the girl’s arm.
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