Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. " "No; she accepts it," rejoined Jonathan, triumphantly. ” “You would let him—knowing—all that you know?” “Why not? She is my flesh and blood. My honor has been in my scientific work and public discussion and the things I write. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. It was most amusing. I wish to prevent a repetition of any such errand as I presume you have come here upon this evening. Little Anna screamed and thrashed as she was torn from Lucy’s skirts.
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