Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. “I speak from my heart, and you answer from your brain. . She was practically destitute of jewellery. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. The mighty concourse became for a moment still. “To me it seems serious enough. It could not go on much longer, her luck. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. 255 “You have a very talented son,” was her opening line. ” “Not yet. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold.
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