As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. The starling, on which the carpenter stood, was the fourth from the Surrey shore. From the first there had always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems able to create. The perfume was the only one she ever used.
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