From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. They were a young man and an old one, and both appeared deeply affected. Conscious of Mrs. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. Everything proclaimed the mischievous propensities of the recent occupants of the chamber. You certainly have not shown much desire for my society, have you?” “You have been wrapped up in your politics,” she murmured. CHAPTER XV.
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