A Ward of the Golden Gate by Bret Harte
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as she has lived without knowing you she will die without that
knowledge, or that if through any weakness of yours it came to her then, it would embitter her last thoughts of earth and, dying, she would curse you?" The smile upon her half-open mouth still fluttered around it, and her curved fingers still ran up and down the rails of the chair- back as if they were the cords of some mute instrument, to which she was trying to give voice. Her rings once or twice grated upon them as if she had at times gripped them closely. But she rose quickly when he paused, said "Yes," sharply, and put the chair back against the wall. "Then I will send you copies of this tomorrow, and take an assignment of the property." "I've got the check here for it now," she said, drawing it from her pocket and laying it upon the desk. "There, I reckon that's finished. Good-by!" The Mayor took up his hat, Colonel Pendleton did the same; both men preceded her to the door, and held it open with grave politeness for her to pass. "Where are you boys going?" she asked, glancing from the one to the other. "To see you to your carriage, Mrs. Howard," said the Mayor, in a voice that had become somewhat deeper. |
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