With the first look she recognized it. A low cry of
amaze, and she dropped the glass, and stood all trembling with the
sudden joyful shock.
For it was the face she had sighed for, day-time and night time--it was
the man she loved. It was Hugh Ingelow.
CHAPTER XXI.
MRS. SHARPE DOES HER DUTY.
"You know that man, miss?" Mrs. Sharpe said, ineffably calm, stooping
to pick up the glass.
Mollie turned to her with eyes wild and wide.
"I know him--yes. And you--Oh, for pity's sake, say you know him, too!"
"How on earth can I say so until I've seen him?" said Mrs. Sharpe,
poising her glass and clapping her eye to it, one hand over the other,
after the fashion of the sex.
She took a long look.
"Well?" Mollie panted.
Mrs. Susan Sharpe turned to her with a singular smile--a smile that made
luminous the sallow face and glorified the green spectacles.
Just then the stairs creaked under a cautious, ascending tread.
"It's Sally," said Mrs. Sharpe, not moving a muscle. "Eat your supper,
and keep your eyes off the window if she comes in.
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