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"No," replied Hogarth, hastily effacing the sketch. “He has asked to see some one,” he whispered to the doctor. He was in a position to help her. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. I felt his heart. Before the Monroes I was placed with a single woman, Leslie Cavendish. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his friend. Marvel, in a tone intended to be consolatory.
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