The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. Probably a sick man's whim. I made the pies. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. “You are in trouble,” he said. Mrs.
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