Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. "I did not know … that it was … like that!" She stepped back; but as his hands fell she caught and held them tightly. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. Three short days. She missed them already. He had been for months without music of the character he loved—and he dared not play any of it! McClintock, after the music began, left the piano and sat in a corner just beyond the circle of light cast by the lamp.
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