" Silence. "Mr. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Probably he will come around to-morrow and begin all over again. “My mom is making duck. Well, I don’t think that’s fair. “I have spoken too many truths to-night. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein accident had placed her.
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