CHAPTER XVIII The twelve years, continued Mrs. Dean, following that dismal period were the happiest of my life: my greatest troubles in their passage rose from our little lady's trifling...
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CHAPTER XXIX The evening after the funeral, my young lady and I were seated in the library; now musing mournfully--one of us despairingly-- on our loss, now venturing conjectures as to the gloomy...
CHAPTER XXIX The evening after the funeral, my young lady and I were seated in the library; now musing mournfully--one of us despairingly-- on our loss, now venturing conjectures as to the gloomy...