"You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. " Mrs. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. He took a handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand for a moment to kiss her finger-tips.
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