" "I will try to do so," replied the widow, forcing a smile. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play with words. "Shall I never see that sweet face again,—never feel the pressure of those kind hands more—nor listen to that gentle voice! Ah! yes, we shall meet again in Heaven, where I shall speedily join you. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to. Too late now. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. A few minutes later Sir John left the room. He's had a hard knock somewhere; and until he is strong enough to walk, we must keep his interest away from that thought. Her head ached with a hollow pain. If he could keep it up—style and calibre of imagination—within a year the name of Taber would become widely known. “After all, how easy the descent is, even for the greatest of us. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire.
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