But it was all right. To Annie had been given that which she most appreciated; to the Hautons all that they were capable of enjoying.
Would either party have changed? No. The pity was mutual, the contempt was mutual, and the satisfaction of both sides as complete as ever falls to the lot of mortals. Annie had seen the other side of the medal, and the Hautons did not know there was another side to be seen.
THE WASTED HEART.
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BY MISS L. VIRGINIA SMITH.
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“The trees of the forest shall blossom again,
The song-bird shall warble its soul-thrilling strain,
But the heart Fate hath wasted no spring can restore,