But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. Then her head disappeared suddenly in her hands, and her shoulders shook violently. There was nothing to replace the all important letter from her father. He gently took the roses from her and laid them on the pillow. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. " "And why not, old saltwater?" inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth.
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