I wonder. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. . "Come along, Mrs. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. Such revelations she hoped would be considered out of place and inappropriate. ” But now she doubted again of the quality of the armistice they had just made. “Now she’s all hat and ideas,” he said, with an air of humor. This became very interesting. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together.
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