"So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the letter. ” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. Or appeared to do so.
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