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Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. 48 <6> THE FRIDAY NIGHT SHOW The air was chill and the sky overcast and misting. I just wanted a breath of air. He was not quite sure whether, after all, he had been wise. He hated to destroy it; but that was the obligation imposed; and he was an honourable man. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling.
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