"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears,
"she would never have died thus. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here
on your shoulder for my petals. She let them
fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight
giving her a celestial touch. If
you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. The
commissionaire smiled. Morningside Park had been passive and defective; all this
rushed about and was active, but it was still defective. ”
“How could you!” She exclaimed. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. He stopped abruptly. "
"Not utterly," rejoined the other. The distinction
lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads.
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