To-night we leave for Marseilles. ” She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir John, who remained upon the Avenue. She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had.
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