She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. " "I'm not afraid, mother," said the little girl, smelling at the bouquet. " "On the contrary, if that is a specimen, they must be poets. He regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes. "There he is!" cried Winifred, starting up, joyfully, and proving by the exclamation that her thoughts were dwelling upon one subject only. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm.
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