” The corners of her mouth rose in a weak smile and she gave him a wink. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. It fell with a clatter to the floor. "Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible asylum. Adieu!" And, snatching a hasty kiss, he darted after Jack.
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