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Barbara had scarcely gone before the door of the consulting-room was opened, and Clara came in. Clara wore her old gray bonnet and cloak, her nurse's dress.
Tarbot, who was standing by the mantelpiece with an excited look in his eyes and his lips still trembling, turned when she entered.