“What made
you think” he said, abruptly, with the gleam of avidity in his face, “that love
makes people happy?”
“I know it must. His title has descended to Rowland: his estates to Aliva. . He would see this sister. ”
“I thought I was old enough,” she gasped, between laughter and crying. She
descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. Kneebone in a conciliatory tone. At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible
through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains
at the outer door told that some one was admitted. Just. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you
remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see
anything more tender or beautiful?"
"I remember. “It is your sister and her husband,” he said. “I am sure of it. The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible.
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