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But Clement Austin did not bestow so much as one glance upon the breakfast table. He hurried to the bow window, where Margaret Wilmot was sitting, neatly dressed in her morning garments, with her shawl on, and her bonnet lying on a chair near her. BUT CLEMENT AUSTIN DID NOT BESTOW SO MUCH AS ONE GLANCE UPON THE BREAKFAST TABLE HURRIED TO THE BOW WINDOW WHERE MARGARET WILMOT WAS SITTING NEATLY DRESSED IN HER MOURNING GARMENTS WITH HER SHAWL ON AND HER BONNET LYING ON A CHAIR NEAR HER
r to eight when he left his room, and went to his mother's door to inquire about Margaret. He knocked softly, but there was no answer; then he tried the door, and finding it unlocked, opened it a few inches with a cautious hand, and listened to his mother's regular breathing. "She is asleep, poor soul," he thought. "I won't disturb her, for she must want rest after sitting up half last night." Clement closed the door as noiselessly as he had opened it, and then went slowly to the sitting-room. There was a struggling fire in the shining grate; and the indefatigable waiter, who refused to believe in the extinction of mail-coaches, had laid the breakfast apparatus—frosty-looking white-and-blue cups and saucers on a snowy cloth, a cut-glass cream-jug that looked as if it had been made out of ice, and a brazen urn in the last stage of polish. The breakfast service was harmoniously adapted to the season, and eminently calculated to produce a fit of shivering in the sojourner at the Reindeer. N AND EIGHT IT WANTED A QUARTER TO EIGHT WHEN HE LEFT HIS ROOM AND WENT TO HIS MOTHER'S DOOR TO INQUIRE ABOUT MARGARET HE KNOCKED SOFTLY BUT THERE WAS NO ANSWER THEN HE TRIED THE DOOR AND FINDING IT UNLOCKED OPENED IT A FEW INCHES WITH A CAUTIOUS HAND AND LISTENED TO HIS MOTHER'S REGULAR BREATHING SHE IS ASLEEP POOR SOUL HE THOUGHT I WON'T DISTURB HER FOR SHE MUST WANT REST AFTER SITTING UP HALF LAST NIGHT CLEMENT CLOSED THE DOOR AS NOISELESSLY AS HE HAD OPENED IT AND THEN WENT SLOWLY TO THE SITTING ROOM THERE WAS A STRUGGLING FIRE IN THE SHINING GRATE AND THE INDEFATIGABLE WAITER WHO REFUSED TO BELIEVE IN THE EXTINCTION OF MAIL COACHES HAD LAID THE BREAKFAST APPARATUS FROSTY LOOKING WHITE AND BLUE CUPS AND SAUCERS ON A SNOWY CLOTH A CUT GLASS CREAM JUG THAT LOOKED AS IF IT HAD BEEN MADE OUT OF ICE AND A BRAZEN URN IN THE LAST STAGE OF POLISH THE BREAKFAST SERVICE WAS HARMONIOUSLY ADAPTED TO THE SEASON AND EMINENTLY CALCULATED TO PRODUCE A FIT OF SHIVERING IN THE SOJOURNER THE REINDEER
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