Out of the Past — page 168: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 165 Sounds of arriving guests murmured from the hall. Dorothy Winthrop hurried Robert and her brother into a recessed room and locked its door, and when the three emerged the sun seemed to have risen in their faces. When the musical and the ovation to the great violinist were over, when the guests were gone and again they were alone together, they looked at one another in fresh wonder. )?? “Tf Rose could only know!” exclaimed Robert to him- self. “Your betrothed?” his father asked. “My wife.” “How glad we shall be,” cried Miss Winthrop; but her happy face turned to Robert’s eyes and the joy died out of her voice. “‘No—Rose is dead,” he answered steadily. What had been before a thought, an inspiration to Robert Winthrop, now became a reality. He gathered his son to him and straightway Dorothy Winthrop passed out over the shining floor and closed the music-room. “Such a fate as that was mine. I know what it means,” said the father while Robert learned a new pain in poign- ant sympathy. “Your mother and I were married with- out my father’s knowledge, not sensibly, perhaps, but nobly and truly. I was recalled to speed him through the CONMICLOOOKS.: