In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. But they were too late. Her mind turned and accused itself of having been cold and hard. "Go to your own room, woman, directly, or I'll make you!" "Make me!" echoed Mrs. "At all hazards then then you shall know the truth," replied the woollen-draper, in a tone of affected solicitude,—"but are you really prepared?" "Quite—quite!" replied Winifred.
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