He was
perhaps forty-five years of age. She was beautiful once,
Lucia. Then his tiny
bow mouth opened into an adoring smile. ’
She simpered, and withdrew one hand so that she might smack his fingers
playfully. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the
priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind
it on the floor. "
"I can't. "My sight is failing
me. Only one penny—two copies—two pence—thank
you, Sir. ”
“In his present mood,” Anna remarked, “he would follow me. \" She whispered
back. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow. B. CHAPTER XXIV
Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness,
Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose;
But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather,
She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes.
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