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never thought them very good, but I should let her off easier than
that. 

I came away early, for the express purpose of driving to ask about
her.  The journey took time, for she lived in the north-west
district, in the neighbourhood of Primrose Hill.  My apprehension
that I should be too late was justified in a fuller sense than I had
attached to it--I had only feared that the house would be shut up.
There were lights in the windows, and the temperate tinkle of my bell
brought a servant immediately to the door, but poor Mrs.  Stormer had
passed into a state in which the resonance of no earthly knocker was
to be feared.  A lady, in the hall, hovering behind the servant, came
forward when she heard my voice.  I recognised Lady Luard, but she
had mistaken me for the doctor. 

"Excuse my appearing at such an hour," I said; "it was the first
possible moment after I heard." 

"It's all over," Lady Luard replied.  "Dearest mamma!" 

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