Suddenly he stopped short. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. O God! O God!" And he appeared convulsed with agony. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. All the furniture was moved, all the meals were disarranged, and everybody, Ann Veronica included, appeared in new, bright costumes. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. "My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs.
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