I scarce recognize my own voice.

Marcelle, if I seem distraught and unreasonable, promise me you will pay no heed.

For pity's sake, don't leave me!" Hermione's eyes filled with tears, and Marcelle was on the verge of hysteria.
"I--can't imagine--what there is--to cry about," she murmured brokenly.
"Nothing on earth would induce me to go away now--but I do hope--and pray--you will be happy--even though--you only met your husband--little more than an hour ago!.

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