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" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. I don't think he'll come to himself too soon. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. He had been for months without music of the character he loved—and he dared not play any of it! McClintock, after the music began, left the piano and sat in a corner just beyond the circle of light cast by the lamp. 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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