Cathy sighed. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. There's the grand laced coat he wore at his trial, which I intend for my wedding-dress. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding.
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