Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a hansom. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say. Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by. In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story.
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