Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. ” Her hands fell to her side. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. It was just upon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. 9.
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