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I’ve had enough of it. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. “They were sent to me by Mr. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them.
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