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A VISIT TO THE ARSENAL.

then raised his eyes and beheld the pretty face of the stranger of the blue cashmere. She was still wrapped in the folds of the blue shawl; the chaise started and Arthur remained standing there, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, until it was lost among the mists that rise from the ground with the decline of day.