” 227 “Your family?” “She was my first wife, and because she turned me, she was like a mother to me. But Jonathan, fixing a terrible look upon him, cried. “Let me know the truth. It wouldn’t be you. . It's a pity you wouldn't give me the prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home. “May I be allowed to say,” he declared, “that I came here with the same intention. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair.
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