He had married for money,
and he had got what he bargained for; love, confidence, and mutual
esteem were not sought in the contract and these do not necessarily come
of themselves.
"Well, the best I can do is to give her what money she wants and be done
with it."
* * * * *
"Is not in her room?"
"No sir and her bed has not been rumpled."
"Where in the world can she be?"
"I don't know, but here is a note she left."
"What does she say? read it Annette."
"She says she feels that you were unjust to the Earl and that she hopes
you will forgive her the steps she has taken, but by the time the letter
reaches you she expects to be the Countess of Clarendon."
"Poor foolish girl, you see what comes of taking a stranger to your
bosom and making so much of him."
"That's just like you, John Anderson, every thing that goes wrong is
blamed on me. I almost wish I was dead."
"I wish so too," thought Anderson but he concluded it was prudent to
keep the wish to himself.
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