"Ah! Walzes and polkas, you mean?" she says, in a puzzled tone.,
and light breaks through shutter and curtain, and objects pale and ghostly at first soon grow large and intimate.,
"I beg your pardon," she manages to say. "Of course had I known you were listening at the door I should not have said what I did,"—this last with a desire to offend..
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