. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. In the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know what you are doing. “Shhh. ” “Anything except that,” he murmured. He continued tenderly, almost affectionately. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. ” He was very indifferent. He turned to Mrs. . But we were both pledged to secrecy, and I couldn’t reveal my part for fear that I would lose my place. “Anna,” he said, “you make it all indescribably hard for me.
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