My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. “I remember it very well indeed. Hang it, there must be something about her that will give it away. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. O'Higgins struck a match and lit his Henry Clay, thereby drawing upon himself the mutual disapproval of the spinsters. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself.
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