"Enough," said the widow, gratefully. Your poor cheeks are quite sunken and hollow. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. As she stared her eyes grew accustomed to the night; and she discovered five persons instead of four. "I haven't worn anything else in weeks. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid handsomely to manage it, I daresay. One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. Sheppard, horror-stricken. I miss her a lot.
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