“It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Very glad. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. Tell me I haven’t heard. Well, I don’t think that’s fair. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured.
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