Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she continued, opening the door before he could reach her side. A silence ensued. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up.
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