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indicative snuff-box was not in his hand when he opened the door, and he actually
disappeared without coming back for a second postscript.
Allan's head sank on his breast when he was left alone. "If it was only the end of
the week!" he thought, longingly. "If I only had Midwinter back again!"
As that aspiration escaped the client's lips, the lawyer got gayly into his gig. "Hie
away, old girl!" cried Pedgift Senior, patting the fast-trotting mare with the end of
his whip. "I never keep a lady waiting--and I've got business to-night with one of
your own sex!"