“I will not intrude upon you further. ‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate. . He has nothing to fall back upon, no substitute; but a woman always has the mother love. She was no longer there. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. She had not felt comfortable in his presence from the first, and with Leonardo’s precepts in mind, was loath to trust him. Loneliness. The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. She tore open the envelope and read it.
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