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She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. She was only a few yards from the door, but lacked the courage to rise and fly. ‘She may well try to go back. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea roved, seeking the way. It was a neat, efficient-looking room, with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. “What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend. 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. “I did,” Anna answered. “I am sure, Anna,” she said, “I do not see why we should conceal the truth from you.
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