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She is in one sense my stock in trade--"
"Heartless wretch!" dropped from the indignant lady's lips. "Her stock
in trade! What does she mean? Does she play out this child for her own
base purposes?"
Then she read on:
"Strangers are always attracted by her, and through her we make so
many pleasant acquaintances. Indeed, she quite throws me into the
shade, but I am not at all jealous. I am satisfied to be known only
as Bessie's mother. I am very proud of her, and hope some day to see
her at least a countess."
"Countess! Fool!" muttered Miss Betsey, and read on:
"The inclosed photograph is like her in features, but fails, I think, in
expression, but I send it, as it will give you some idea of her as she
is now."
Here Miss Betsey stopped, and taking a card from the bit of tissue paper
in which it was wrapped, gazed earnestly and with a feeling of intense
yearning and bitter disappointment upon the beautiful face, whose great
wide-open, blue eyes looked at her, just as they had looked at her on
the sands at Aberystwyth.


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