’ ‘About me?’ The lady’s lashes fluttered and her fan came up. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition. I cannot let you go. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers.
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