She bent down, and with firm, icy lips, lightly touched the forehead of the governess, and walked away, unheeding the burst of tears with which the frigid caress was welcomed.
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“And I think, in the lives of most women and men, There’s a moment when all would go smooth and even, If only the dead could find out when To come back, and be forgiven.” |
CHAPTER XXXI.
“Madam, are you aware that you breathe an infected atmosphere?—that this building is assigned to small-pox cases? Pray do not cross the threshold.”
The superintendent of the hospital laid aside his pipe, and advanced to meet the stranger whose knock had startled him from a post-prandial doze.
“I am not afraid of contagion, and came to see the patient who was brought here yesterday from No. 139 Elm Street.”
“Have you a permit to visit here?”