All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. “How could he call except in your absence, as you are never at home in the afternoon. . Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. Wild horses wouldn’t drag it out of me, even I knew anything, which I don’t.
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