Even the little minor globe
of each man's social sphere has its antipodes-points; and when it is
all bright sunshine in one part of the miniature world, it is all pitch
darkness, at the very same moment, in another.
Mat's face had grown suddenly swarthier than ever, while he walked
across his room, and said those words to himself which have just been
recorded. It altered again, though, in a minute or two, and turned once
more to the cold clay-color which had overspread it in the hosier's
shop at Dibbledean, as he returned to his bear-skins and opened the box
that had belonged to "Mary Grice."
He took out first the letter with the enclosure of hair, and placed it
carefully in the breast pocket of his coat. He next searched a moment
or two for the letter superscribed and signed by Joanna Grice; and,
having found it, placed it on one side of him, on the floor. After this
he paused a moment, looking into the box with a curious, scowling
sadness on his face; while his hand vacantly stirred hither and thither
the different objects that lay about among the papers--the gaily-bound
album, the lace-collar, the dried flower-leaves, and the other little
womanly possessions which had once belonged to Mary Grice.
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