” She laughed softly to herself. And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict. Some shadow of reserve seemed to have crept up between them. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg. Instinctively she imitated this action, chilled and a little frightened at the expression of terror that confronted her. Mr. Another coach was then procured, in which the prisoner was placed. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. We begin rehearsing on Monday at the ‘Garrick’. ’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease.
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