” The young man accepted the letter and the message, and seemed about to close the door when a lady issued from one of the front rooms and intervened. "Is it poison?" she asked. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. But, though the latter was somewhat embarrassed by his burthen, he peremptorily declined Jonathan's offer of assistance. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners.
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