He led her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’ access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the chapel. Spurling, (for she it was,) either by her attractions of purse or person, had succeeded in moving the stony heart of Mr. " "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. Don't ask any more questions. He got up brusquely. “I’ve never been prone to them. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. She is the image of what I was like, and she has a better voice. ” A dull flush burned upon his cheeks.
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