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. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. Hartford, Connecticut; she had registered that address; but there was something so mystifyingly Oriental about her that the address only thickened the haze behind which she moved. " "Never mind it, my dear Mrs. \"Don't they want you to go to Stanford?\" \"They think it is too much money. ” “Personally,” he went on, “I must confess to a great disappointment. He stood up abruptly and went to the window.
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