You saw the same things in the old photograph you bought.

The likeness was--Oh! it was hellish that such a resemblance could be! In less than half an hour after she spoke to me I had shut another door.

But I was obliged to go and _look_ at her again and again.
The resemblance drew me.

By the time her husband died I knew her well enough to be sure what would happen.

Some man would pick her up and throw her aside--and then some one else.