Laura Brayton — page 21: what you’re looking at

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12 LAURA BRAYTON. never knew boyhood. Nathan is an anomaly, Mr. Withers—a different make-up from anything else human that travels.” “Yet Il would rather that you alone drew up my will, Mr. Sharp. You have always been a repository for our family secrets.” “Some of them, Mr. Withers—some of them.” “And my poor brother, in his youth, thought a great deal of you.” “Yes, yes, enough to take away the only gleam of sunshine that ever fell across the path of a crooked, deformed, miserable man like me,” cried Sharp, with an instantaneous flash of anger in look and tone. “Knough to step, with his splendid form and winning face, his smooth tongue and princely fortune, between me and the only being on earth that I ever loved !” | “Really, Mr. Sharp, I had no idea of bringing up an unpleasant memory; indeed I had forgotten that you ever looked up to Anna Lonsdale with an eye of affection.” “Hnough, Mr. Withers—enough! Ihave not for- gotten that she looked down on me who worshiped her more than miser ever worshiped gold, than Christian ever worshiped God! Forget? I am not one of the forgetting kind.” “Yet you were forgiving. For I remember well seeing you with a smile on your face at old Trinity when they were married.” “Yes, I smiled then, and I smiled afterward, Mr. Ecomicboo S) com