I'd marry you all over again to-day if I could," he had cried out to her, but she wondered all afternoon if he really meant it.

It never entered her head to wonder if Lady Deppingham was old or young, pretty or ugly, bright or dull.

She had been Mrs.Browne for three months and she could not quite understand how she had been so happy up to this sickening hour.
Judge Garrett had a copy of the will in his hand.

He looked dubious, even dismayed.
"It's as sound as the rock of Gibraltar," he announced dolefully.
"You don't mean it!" gasped poor Bobby, mopping his fine Harvard brow, his six feet of manhood shrinking perceptibly as he looked about for a chair in which to collapse.

"C--can't it be smashed ?" "It might be an easy matter to prove either of these old gentlemen to have been insane, but the two of them together make it out of the question----" "Darned unreasonable." "What do you mean, sir ?" indignantly.
"I mean--oh, you know what I mean.