As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. 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. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. " "Never," replied Winifred. ‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady.
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