And yet for all that— It got into Ann Veronica’s nights at last and kept her awake, the perplexing contrast between the advanced thought and the advanced thinker. "Shall I never see that sweet face again,—never feel the pressure of those kind hands more—nor listen to that gentle voice! Ah! yes, we shall meet again in Heaven, where I shall speedily join you. " "Only three days," reiterated the widow, "three short short days,—and then all is over. You keep on coming truer, after you have seemed to come altogether true. ’ ‘But—’ ‘You’ll get her all over blood again. I am so much obliged to you for your projected benevolence. ’ She sagged a little suddenly, as if the painful memories in her mind had exhausted her body.
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