Mrs. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. " "What!" exclaimed Mrs. ” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. Both carried packages of books and magazines. "Of course," responded the widow, heaving a deep sigh. He was a stranger. It was a large room, about twenty feet long and fifteen broad, and had an arched stone roof. The expression was wholly different.
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