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At two o'clock of the fifth night Matilda stole into Mrs. De Peyster with a face that would have been an apt cover for the Book of Lamentations. She opened her pages. That day she had had a telegram that her sister Angelica-the really and truly Angelica, who really and truly lived near Syracuse-that Angelica was seriously ill. She was sorry, but sh