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AN hour later: Scene, the public parlor.
"Mrs. Dexter."
The lady rose, a pleasant smile animating her face, and returned the gentleman's courteous greeting.
"Mr. Hendrickson." Yes, that was the name on her lips.
"You arrived to-day," he said, and he took a place at the other end of the tete-a-tete.
"Yes."
"From Saratoga, I believe