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I am no lover of day-breaks You kno thin, equivocal, is the light

of the dawn But she was now her true self, she was like a fine tranquil

afternoon--and not so very far advanced either A wo complexion and a little colour, a lot of hair, a

smooth brow, a fine chin, and only the eyes of the Flora of the old days,

absolutely unchanged

In the room into which she led me we found a Miss Somebody--I didn't

catch the naed person

in black A companion All very proper She came and went and even sat

down at ti By the

tihted lamp I had heard all the details which

really matter in this story Between me and her as once Flora de

Barral the conversation was not likely to keep strictly to the weather

The laloreathed her in perpetual

blushes,as she sat before h-backed arm-chair I asked:

"Tell me what is it you said in that famous letter which so upset Mrs

Fyne, and caused little Fyne to interfere in this offensive manner?"