" "Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?" "Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. "But if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be to him what I would have been. Melusine whirled. There was just a minute’s hesitation before they gave her a room. These sweeping dignities were not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. He opened the drawer of the writing table. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. They were both conscious, however, that something had intervened between them. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks.
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