Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast
cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of
Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley
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"Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening. I heard John was talking
about you again from Jenny McIntyre. She felt pride sashay into her thoughts. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements,
the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. ’
‘Aye, more’s the pity. It isn’t such fun as it seems. ‘I ain’t done nothing wrong, I swear it. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands
frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a
dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door.
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