"Oh! no—no—no," cried Winifred, "I cannot believe it. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. I can understand now these newspapers when they talk of your magnificent philanthropy. . “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. ” “But Hainault—assured—me—that the marriage was binding. ” “That sounds more promising,” Lady Lescelles declared. Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. Brown, Lucy, and Martin Chen were at the center of the joyous horde.
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