” “Ay,” he repeated, looking away from her. She yielded it without protest, as though unconsciously. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. ’ His colour deepened. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible.
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