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poor frozen, shivering creature and the
comely looking matron with the flush of the
fire still upon her cheek, the sparkle of joy
in her eye, and the silk dress so becomingly
rade crowned with the little lace cap
trimmed with bright ribbons. It was the
contrast which meets us at every turn in life,
between the fortunate and the unfortunate,
the happy and the unhappy, the rich and the
poor. 7

‘«¢ And yet it was evident that the stranger
had seen better days. There was that in the
perfect neatness of her scanty wardrobe, in
the taste with which it was put on, and in
the ladylike bearing, which proved that she
had not always wandered about the world on
frosty winter evenings without any friend or .
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‘*No one could have seen this gentle-