This service rendered, without waiting for any farther order, she withdrew. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. Just my room. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her.
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