‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. “I would like to go home,” she cried, “to please her. " This business over, she returned to the bedside with the key. Heaven alone knows why. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror.
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