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The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. The door is open, so it is needless to ask leave to enter. Hastening to the spot where he had tied
his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for
he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware
Road. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. \" Lucy shook her hand. Her eyes still had
the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect
health. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and
drooping—she had gathered them. He
walked in her direction. They sold him the whisky. You heard her. ’
The fury welled. It did seem germane to the matter that so many of the people “in the van” were
plain people, or faded people, or tired-looking people. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. But there was an abiding serpent in this Eden.
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