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CITY towers rise now in the steam of the bubbling caldron, smoky chimney / tops and high roof gardens. The clang and roar and traffic of crowded / streets jangle through the silver chiming of the magic bells.
Eugenia Forbes, sitting near an open window in one of the handsomest / apartments of the Waldorf-Astoria, heard none of the city's noise, saw / nothing of the panorama in the restless streets below. The bell-boy had / just brought her a letter, and she was reading it aloud to her maid. / Patient old Eliot had taken such a deep interest in all that belonged to / Lloydsboro Valley since their journey to Locust, that it was a pleasure / to confide in her. Even if Eugenia had had any one else to confide in, / she could have found no one who had her interest at heart more than this / sensible, elderly woman, who had taken care of her for so many years.