" "Aliva Trenchard!" exclaimed Mrs. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. "And now, widow," he continued, "attend to the next verse, for it consarns a friend o' yours. " She pursed her lips and uttered a whistle, piercingly shrill and high; and instantly she became the object of intense astonishment on the part of the other diners. “It spreads like wildfire. " "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. ‘Martha was my wet-nurse? But she is unmarried. “But where are you going? Lucy, you’re safe here. ” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened.
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