There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Perhaps it was loneliness. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!” For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. ” She said. " "Allow me to offer you a glass of usquebaugh, my dear," said Kneebone, turning from him, and regarding Edgeworth Bess with a stare so impertinent, that even that not over-delicate young lady summoned up a blush. ’ ‘Do not say so. Coolly and gingerly, she kissed it as it stood at its hard angle from his body.
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