“Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. “Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do not change my skirt. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. He told me with a coarse nervous laugh. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. "Oh!—to see you thus!" cried Thames, in an agony of affliction.
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