Alice Duer Miller

Alice Duer Miller

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Portrait of Alice Duer Miller Alice Duer Miller Manslaughter — Chapter 12 (1921)

It was by thinking these thoughts that she managed to come into court calm and cold as steel.
"What have you now to say why the judgment of the court should not be pronounced upon you?"
The judge beckoned her and Wiley to his desk. O'Bannon was already there, standing so close that her arm would have touched his if she had not shrunk away. She trembled with hate. It was horrible to be so near him. She heard his own breath unsteadily drawn. Across the space that parted them waves of some tangible emotion leaped to and fro.
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Portrait of Alice Duer Miller Alice Duer Miller Manslaughter — Chapter 12 (1921)

Eleanor loved O'Bannon, but with so intellectual a process that she was not far wrong in considering it was a friendship. She would have married him if he had asked her, but she would have done so principally to insure herself of his company. If anyone could have guaranteed that they would continue all their lives to live within a few yards of each other she would have been content—content even with the knowledge that every now and then some other less reasonable woman would come and sweep him away from her.
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Portrait of Alice Duer Miller Alice Duer Miller Manslaughter — Chapter 12 (1921)

Alma made him feel emotionally what he knew rationally—that his prosecution of Lydia had been merely an act of justice. Alma thought him the greatest of men and was tremulously grateful to him for establishing her dead lover as a hero—a man killed in the performance of his duty. To her imagination Lydia was an unbelievable horror, like a wicked princess in a fairy tale. Eleanor wondered if she did not seem somewhat the same to O'Bannon. He never mentioned her name when she, Eleanor, spoke of her.
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