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His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. She laughed altogether in her old manner. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. "You base ingrate," she added, in a whisper, as she flounced past Mr. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners.
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