” He stated. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Mere hangers on. Gradually McClintock shifted the burden to Spurlock's shoulders and retired among his books and music rolls. Nothing ensued. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. It has been a marvellous day—and I am going to England. He was introduced to Brendon, and a chair was brought by an attentive waiter.
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