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That same September morning, Miss Euphrasia, sitting in her pretty corner room at Mrs. Georgeson's,-just returned to her city life from the rest and sweetness of a country summer,-had letters brought to her door.
The first was in a thin, strong, blue envelope, with London and Liverpool postmarks, and "per Steamer Calabria," written up in the cor