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Pauline took the card from the hand of her servant, and glanced at it at first with the idlest of curiosity -- afterwards with a fixed and steadfast attention, as though she saw in those copperplate letters, elegantly traced upon a card of superfine quality, something symbolical, something of far greater significance than the unexpected name which confronted her.
"I told you, Martin," she said, "that I was at home to nobody except those upon the special list."