” Her mind went back to that treaty. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. He would know her address to-morrow. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. ” “And I may bring my luggage in and send that cabman away?” Anna asked. “Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. " "I thought as much," sneered Mrs. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Its walled heaved with black mildew and sea-salt. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. Anna was afterwards astonished at her own selfpossession.
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