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It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. Contests were held every year, the type of which depended on her caprice. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. 'He that woos a maid',— fol-de-rol—(hiccupping). After quarter of an hour, she followed.
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