"
"He's married now," interrupted Nina, "Charlie's married, but he
came to see me once, down at the old Asylum, and I saw him through
the grates, for I was shut up in a TANTRUM. He cried, Miggie, just
as Arthur does sometimes, and called me POOR LOST NINA. He held an
angel in his arms with blue eyes like mine, and he said she was
his child and Margaret's! Her name was Nina, too. Wasn't it nice?"
And she smiled upon Edith, who involuntarily groaned as she
thought how dreadful it must have been for Mr. Hudson to gaze
through iron bars upon the wreck of his early love.
"Poor man," she sighed, turning to Arthur. "Is he happy with his
Margaret!"
"He seems to be," said Arthur, "People can outlive their first
affection, you know. He resides in New York now, and is to all
appearance a prosperous, happy man. The curse has fallen alone on
me, who alone deserve it."
He spoke bitterly, and for a moment sat apparently thinking; then,
resuming his story, said,
"I did not open Mr. Bernard's letter until we reached the Revere
House, and I was alone in my room.
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