You don't realize what you have done. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. " "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will. ” She pointed with shaking fingers to a great bunch of dark red carnations, thrust carelessly into a deep china bowl, to which the card was still attached. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. "One word before we part, adorable girl— only one," he continued, detaining her. To-morrow, we'll go to the Fleet and get spliced.
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