It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. It was among artistic people. . Only I wish—I wish to-day I was a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful. ” “I realize I can’t see my mom or brother again. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world.
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