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With his head bent down-as if he were facing some keen-blowing wind-and yet there was not a breath of air stirring-Mr. Gibson went swiftly to his own home. He rang at the door-bell; an unusual proceeding on his part. Maria opened the door. "Go and tell Miss Molly she's wanted in the dining-room. Don't say who it is that wants her." There was someth