“John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. I must not let you go again. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us.
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