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"Gracious Heaven!—is she the
inmate of a mad-house?"
"She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's
misconduct. So,
instead, they talked of dancing and what it might mean in a human life. He had taken it
back. Officers were these. "
"In case of need you will lend a helping hand?"
"Yes—yes. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and
gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. ‘Parbleu, the house, is it broken in the least? I do
not think so. . Only that I was prevented by one of those soldiers
that caught me in the big house.
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