She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. By the will of Mr. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. They had their little dreams about her. ‘You wish a reason for jealousy? Eh bien, you may have it. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. It was fastened inside. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. " O'Higgins threw out his chest, gave it a pat, and smiled. . ” He was arrested for a moment by an indistinct picture of Veronica reading this last sentence. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. Sheppard despairingly.
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