’ There was a kind of aching hunger in Gerald’s gaze. “When did you start?” She said between puffs. "It is addressed to my mother," he added, as his eye glanced rapidly over it, "and by my father. Her hair and voice and figure are as yours used to be. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. . ” He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. "You frighten the cull out of his senses. Gerald looked at it, then at her face. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying.
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