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A dreamy sense of content crept over him. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. Speedily recovering himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. \"Can I get your ticket?\" He asked her as she approached the vendor. The deafening report froze time. Certainly not a gentlewoman. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. " "Dear sister——" "I should die happy, if I could behold my child.
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