I haven't much money; I don't know how much it is going to cost me to reach Hartford; so I fixed over a couple of my mother's dresses. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. Her two new friends did their best to entertain her. Their doors stood open, and placards with big letters indicated the section assigned to each. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool.
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