" "Oh! name it. Every one took him for the millionaire, and he had lost his head about me. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. He will not come. But it is the truth. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside.
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