“Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. To-night she could have hugged both the old maids. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. You have thought it worth while to take some considerable pains to resolve for yourself my sister’s identity. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. “How would you prevent it?” she asked. ” John greeted him. “To-night we are as we have always been.
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