Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head. "
"It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. I am going
up to dine with my sister. She was aware of it
now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in
a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room
and pretend not to hear. T' other gen'l'man said the
letter 'ud explain all. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be
merciful. Winifred's
features would have been pretty, for they were regular and delicately formed, if
they had not been slightly marked by the small-pox;—a disorder, that sometimes
spares more than it destroys, and imparts an expression to be sought for in vain
in the smoothest complexion. ‘Dare I suppose that to be of her making?’
Gerald flushed. And see!" he added, as the figures drew back,
and the lights disappeared; "it's a false alarm.
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