" "You believe—you know it," replied Jonathan, fixing one of his sternest and most searching glances upon him. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Too many. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. As Gosse pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly. The Jew swallowed it at a draught. " "I will carry you to the house, or fetch Mr.
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