She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. “I suppose, Vee, you don’t see much of those Widgetts now?” “I go in and talk to Constance sometimes. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. They almost made me feel like they were mine. It wasn’t pretty. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. You'll be along next spring?" "If the old tub will float. There was no one else in the doorway.
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