I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. I want to boast myself. Vorsack would staunchly disapprove of his attire, said nothing anyway. He knew not what to say, or what to do; and his confusion was increased by the threatening gestures and furious looks of the ruffians in his immediate vicinity. As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. Melusine circled her adversary only far enough to give herself the aisle between the pews behind.
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