Chapter 19 No.19

"Good-night, Hyacinth," Lady Vaughan said, when, half an hour afterward, the girl went to her with a white face and cold rigid lips; "good-night. I hope to see you something like yourself to-morrow-you do not seem well."

And for the last time, Hyacinth Vaughan kissed the fair, stately old face. "To-morrow-ah, where would she be to-morrow?"

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