“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. My late husband, I mean. “The Chens must already be here. I’d come back from the ends of the earth. But I want to know whether in such an event you would stand by me?” She held out her hand. . He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. The mother, Cathy Beck, was as patient and as charitable of an individual that Lucy had ever known, a big kindly Polish-American woman with the heart of an angel. "Do you know this picture?" he added, with another significant look, and pointing to the miniature. He could scarcely blame her.
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