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THE FIRST SCENE.-17
He came again, when the two hours had expired; and this time Miss Garth saw him. They shook hands in silence. She waited; she nerved herself to hear him speak of his lost friend. No: he never mentioned the dreadful accident, he never alluded to the dreadful death. He said these words, “Is she better, or worse?” and said no more. Was the tribute of his grief for the husband sternly suppressed under the expression of his anxiety for the wife? The nature of the man, unpliably antagonistic to the world and the world's customs, might justify some such interpretation of his conduct as this. He repeated his question, “Is she better, or worse?” Miss Garth answered him: “No better; if there is any change, it is a change for the worse.” They spoke those words at the window of the morning-roo
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