He impetuously grasped a hold of her hand, looking for a callous. If I am to die in the attempt, then so be it. I should know you—in Heaven or Hell. She interrupted. Above her head was an aura of white fire. “I do not blame him. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things: a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry. She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. Because of the Dance. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like,’ he repeated blankly. And now she had sent Jack away. That is what stands between us, if you would know—that. The whole of that relationship persisted in remaining obscure. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame.
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