"But I can
guess what it's for. ’
Emile reached out both hands and grasped her shoulders. In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. She could not resist enduing persons she met with the noble
attributes of the fictional characters. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me
out of that. We stopped for a moment to watch it,
and almost immediately it was turned out. ”
Her father interrupted. Never. So far as I am concerned, I
am just now a hopeless nonentity. I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will
plunge it to my heart. ’ She advanced towards him.
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