Mr. " "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. "Bah!" cried Jack, contemptuously; "nobody's disgraced and ruined unless he's found out. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. ‘So it was. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. " "You judged rightly," rejoined Jack; "I never yet broke an engagement with friend or foe—and never will. She had called the police on them anonymously. Jack tried it, and found it locked. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone.
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