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Late that night, as I sat up pondering over all that had happened, Mrs. Halifax came into my room.
She looked round; asked me, according to her wont, if there was anything I wanted before she retired for the night? -- (Ursula was as good to me as any sister) -- then stood by my easy-chair. I would not meet her eyes, but I saw her hands fluttering in their restless way.