No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. 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. He had found her in a communicative mood, and he used the accumulated skill of years in turning that to account. She really must not go to that affair. His face will be all I need. Believe me, Anna. But I forget," he added, glancing at Austin; "it's high treason to speak disrespectfully of Mr. “I remember hearing something about it.
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