He had a mortal dislike, poor Stransom, to lean anniversaries, and loved them still lesswhen they made a pretence of a figure. Celebrations and suppressions were equally painfulto him, and but one of the former found a place in his life. He had kept each year in his ownfashion the date of Mary Antrim's death. It would be more to the point perhaps to say thatthis occasion kept him: it kept him at least effectually from doing anything else. It took holdof him again and again with a hand of which time had softened but never loosened thetouch. He waked to his feast of memory as consciously as he would have waked to hismarriage-morn. Marriage had had of old but too little to say to the matter: for the girl whowas to have been his bride there had been no bridal embrace. She had died of a malignantfever after the wedding-day had been fixed, and he had lost before fairly tasting it anaffection that promised to fill his life to the brim.
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