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many sorts of white horses in this world, Madam Helseth.—Well, good-night. I shall go to my room now.
Madam Helseth.
Good-night, Miss.
[Rececca goes out to the right, with her crochet-work.
Madam Helseth.
[Turns the lamp down, shaking her head and muttering to herself.] Lord—Lord! That Miss West! The things she does say!
