Then Anna spoke more seriously than usual. You never saw him before yesterday. "I have a token to deliver to you," continued the stranger, addressing her. She thought
of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many
troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts,
of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of
Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. "
"What for?" demanded the turnkey. "Enough," said the widow, gratefully. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. But it’s love you
should’ve had when you were tiny and I didn’t give it to you. Good night! God bless you!"
Upon this, there was a great shaking of hands, with renewed apologies and
protestations of friendship on both sides; after which Mr. “Mike, that’s not even
remotely funny. ’
Melusine could not regard this view with anything but scepticism. "Never, Ma'am!" echoed Mr.
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