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I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence. I'll call for you after lunch. Don’t ask me how. She found an old drunk wandering the streets. But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an intrusion. Anna was suddenly very quiet. 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.
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