Section 1. “I expected you this morning,” he said. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle. This was followed by heavy footsteps, and in another moment the dining-room door was flung open. Besides," added he, opening the shawl in which the infant was wrapped, and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly, but placid features, "it's sinful to repine while you've a child like this to comfort you.
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