The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Anna took up the pen, and signed, after a moment’s hesitation, A. "Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You should have tipped me the wink. Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way.
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