Mrs. ” “And who made the arrangements for you, and sent you there?” Courtlaw asked. He waited. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper. A town called Foster. She had been so young then.
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