She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. The sun never shone upon a lovelier couple than now approached the altar. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. For a moment she too had started and faltered in her exit from the room. “Vee,” she said, “come home. But seriously ——” “Well seriously?” “Isn’t it your own fault a little? Why do you not tell me your address, and allow me to call upon you. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough.
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