The lines about his mouth gradually softened. Ann Veronica glanced at the mirror to discover a flushed and dishevelled disorder. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. Presently McClintock came in. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. ’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. . "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses.
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