She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. She crushed the letter in her hand. If you had arrived ten minutes later, or if there hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hindered my progress, I should have been beyond your reach. Stanley professed a great solicitude to warm his hands. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. In the mean time, let me advise you as a friend not to irritate him by a refusal, which would be as useless as vexatious. Her wedding gown! She wondered if the spirit of the unknown mother looked down upon her.
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