Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. And stony broke. ‘Come, I am concerned merely for your safety, you know. Then a hansom drove up, and his heart gave a great leap. CHAPTER IV. Nevertheless there came a residuum of expostulations. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo.
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