She turned a resolute face southward. "Holloa—what's that?" cried Austin, starting up. Yes. Instantly she seized the poker and made a
desperate effort to get them out again. He had set out to win her, and she had let him start. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band
in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his
handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager
solicitude. "
The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. ” “If you want anything,” he
said, “or get into any trouble, wire me. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature
appeared awaking to happiness. "
"How so?" inquired Winifred.
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