A Fair Fraud — page 256: what you’re looking at

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A Fair Fraud 245 her uncle to sleep, whilst her aunt, spectacles on nose, sat knitting charity wool work under the shade of the reading lamp—all fell back at once into their usual places, and there seemed nothing left to show that things had ever been different. Nothing outwardly at least. Yet in a way there was a change, for Marion herself was altered, wholly and entirely. Something had come into her life which was new to her—something she had never ex- perienced before, and which rendered her independent of dulness and monotony—these things, in fact, did not affect her now, for there was that locked up in her own heart that created a constant spring of hope and happi- ness within it. Often in these days of quiet and of waiting, Marion Blake blushed with shame at the remembrance of her girlish folly, and that senseless worship of her handsome cousin which she had once imagined to be love. She knew very well now that it had not been love at all, A sentiment, a romance, an excite- ment, but nothing more. Indeed, with the more intimate knowledge of Kenneth Drury’s character that had come to her within the last few weeks, she had arrived at the conviction that she never could have continued to conjure up any sort of tender sentiment towards him. GORMGIOO (Si C(O)