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"Her mother? What do you know of her mother?"
Julian had never known the whole story of that scar on his wife's
forehead.
"Never mind," said Harriet, nodding significantly.
"I have no idea what you mean," Julian returned. "At all events I
can trust Waymark, and I know very well he would not have brought
her here, if she hadn't been a proper person for you to know. But
come," he added quickly, making an effort to dismiss the
disagreeable tone between them, "there's surely no need for us to
talk like this, Harriet. I am sure you will like her, when you know
her better. Promise me that you will try, dear. You are so lonely,
and it would rejoice me so to feel that you had a friend to help you
and to be a comfort to you. At all events you will judge her on her
own merits, won't you, and put aside all kind of prejudice?"
"I haven't said I shouldn't; but I suppose I must get to know her
first?"
Ominous as such a commencement would have been under any other
circumstances, Julian was so prepared for more decided hostility,
that he was even hopeful. When he met Waymark next, the change in
his manner was obvious; he was almost cheerful once more. And the
improvement held its ground as the next two or three weeks went by.
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