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She had one, years before, but, since the summer day when she sent

from her the white-facedover with a stony crust which nothing, it seemed, could

break And yet there were times when she was softened and wished that

reat book in

which she believed

There was ainst her, she knew, and

occasionally there stole over her a strange disquietude as to how she

could confront theainst her

Usually, she could cast such thoughts aside by a drive down gay

Broadway, or, at ht of Anna's

white face and the knohat radually wakened froh to

whisper of the only restitution in her power--that of confession to

Arthur

But from this she shrank nervously She could not humble herself thus

to any one, and she would not either Then cauilt should cos should find her out? She was half afraid he suspected her

now, and that gave her the keenest pang of all, for she respected

Thornton highly, and it would cost her ood opinion

She had lost him for her niece, but she could not spare him from

herself, and so, in sad perplexity, which wore upon her visibly, the