Out of the Past — page 165: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XI. “Out of a worldful.” Seven months afterward a clear, beautiful night hung quiet over the Milton hills of Massachusetts, and Milton Hall stood genially glowing out of the shadows. It was not yet time, and the music-room was alone with its mistress, a slender, delicate woman, silver-haired and deft-fingered, with dreamy eyes. The tall man en- tering through the far portieres had streaks of silver in his hair. But he was young. The lady watched him closely, earnestly, as he came forward. “Am I speaking to my hostess, Miss Winthrop?” asked Robert, and the lady assented almost nervously. “Of course, you are Mr. Dinsmore—Mr. Robert Dins- more?” “Yes, madame. I was shown to my room before meeting you.” “I am very glad you have come—very. I wonder where my brother is—I want him to see you first, before the rest, I mean. Pardon me; I thought you were much younger.” She was growing more nervous, and Robert noticed EORMNICOOOKS»€O©