I recognized you by the description my daughter gave of you.

She saw you, remember, that night you hid in the avenue." "I did not know it was that," said Josephine softly; "I thought it was the likeness.

I am the image of _him_, am I not ?" She took a small morocco case out of her pocket and proceeded to open it.
Mrs.Bertram put her hand up to her eyes as if she would shut away a terrible sight.
"Hush, child! how dare you?
Don't show me that picture.

I won't look.
What a wicked impostor you are!" "Impostor! You know better, and my grandfather knows better.

What is the matter, Mrs.Bertram ?" Mrs.Bertram sank down into the chair which at first she had obstinately refused.
"Josephine," she said, "I am no longer a young woman; I have not got the strength of youth.