" "This comes of fine feelings!" muttered Jonathan, contemptuously. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. It had been cut down before life was extinct, but a ball from one of the soldiers had pierced his heart. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. Come to take leave. I want to get away.
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