The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. “When we see you going through disobedience to the devil! Come, Molly, she must go her own way. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. The risk I run is nothing to yours. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door.
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