I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. ” “Lady Ferringhall—alone?” Ennison exclaimed. She observed a man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her. She leaves town to-morrow. " "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. And yet the secondary emotion was one of suspicion.
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