Doctor Johnson did not call that day, which Aunt Jane declared was a good sign, and I tried to think so too. But the next morning I couldn’t help feeling very anxious for his hitherto daily visit, and we also expected Mr. Mordaunt. So I sat near the window with a book in my hand, listening and looking anxiously along the road to the village. At last I saw a carriage coming in the distance; it was not the doctor’s gig, nor Mr. Mordaunt’s fly, but a large well-appointed vehicle; and as it approached the door I recognised, by the ducal coronet, that it was the same carriage in which we went to the ball on that eventful night.…
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