The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. My mother, I'm sure, didn't intend to hurt your feelings. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. Sheppard, with a look, the wildness of which greatly alarmed her companion. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances.
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