" "Offer them my hearty thanks," replied Jack, waving his hand to the group, all of whom returned the salutation. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. I miss her a lot. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. “Well——” She stopped short.
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