Tea in the laboratory was a sort of suffragette reception. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. ‘Your niece, ma’am.
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