“If you wish,” he said, “I will go there in the morning and see what can be done
for him. She felt a lump
rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in
America. “Want to see my fangs?” She asked. Anna jumped into a waiting hansom. “John,” she said, “I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy. Ah! what's that?" he exclaimed, as some one brushed
hastily past him. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit;
and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful
distance, entered the churchyard. He looked like
the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing
could be more miserable. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work
and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she
was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself. If he escapes at all, it must
be before our faces.
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