" Nor was this all. " "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will. ‘Because she, naturally enough, does not consider that it is in any way my affair. It’s all nonsense. "Not exactly," answered Jonathan, drily. He talked with his manner gentle and kindly. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. Two of these had been her particular intimates at the High School, and had done much to send her mind exploring beyond the limits of the available literature at home. On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you.
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