She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. " "You trusted too much to your own skill, Jack," rejoined Thames. S. "I have nothing to forgive. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and liking for him. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. Your life is like a funeral March.
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