“You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. I have never wept since that day. “And all the rest of it perhaps is a song.
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