It is a matter of degree. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. "Yes, Auntie! And to date you have cost me precisely sixteen thousand dollars— hard earned, every one of them. . I may prevail upon them to take you in until you are full-fledged, providing you do not find this aunt. We shall take an eternal farewell of each other. Down under the incalculable selfishness of the penitent child there was the man's uneasy recollection of Judas.
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