272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein accident had placed her. Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. "Take off these chains, Rowland," said Lady Trafford, "instantly, I command you. The thought had not even occurred to him.
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