Her tone was icy. My only love is for my poor lost son. ” “I know. ” “Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his nerves a-quiver. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all bounds; but poor Mrs. " "Then you're heartily welcome, Sir, whoever you are.
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