“What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. Hetty, who had periods of lucid expression, put the thing for her from her pillow. 1 with active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project Gutenberg-tm License. “I want to ask you a question,” he said. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. Profoundly. One of those hanging moments ensued— hypnotic.
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