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The shades of evening were closing in upon a stormy March day; rain andsleet falling fast while a blustering northeast wind sent them sweepingacross the desolate-looking fields and gardens, and over the wet roadwhere a hack was lumbering along, drawn by two weary-looking steeds; itssolitary passenger sighing and groaning with impatience over its slowprogress and her own fatigue.
"Driver," she called, "are we ever going to arrive at Fairview?"
"One o' these day