We have so much to be thankful
for. You must
think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite
strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. He
was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable
simper of youth. He's on the ragged
edge. It appeared he had already
ordered dinner and wine, and the whiskered waiter waved in his subordinate
with the soup forthwith. Mary
Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had
taken her from this world. It’s no half
reform either. One realized indeed then
where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed
into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s
more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but
through which one saw—nothing. Come down, I say, instantly, or I'll make you. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye!
The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as
the race itself.
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