”
“The faults are the best part of it,” said Ann Veronica; “why, even our little
vicious strains run the same way. Mr. You complain of a condition, but you leave the correction to someone
else. But, when I look upon his
innocent face, and see how like he is to his father,—when I think of that father's
shameful ending, and recollect how free from guilt he once was,—at such times,
Mr. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing,
which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. I never saw a man who wasn't. Her anger parlayed with her
confusion, as she realized that the new marriage was
about as optional as the first one and her hunger was
growing inside her like a weed. But though he visited Sir Rowland Trenchard's seat,
Ashton Hall, he could gain no tidings of him, or of his uncle, Sir Rowland, who,
it seems, has left the country. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?”
She stood up.
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