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It was such a curious corner in its acoustical properties, such a

peculiar Ear of a place, that as Mr. Lorry stood at the open

window, looking for the father and daughter whose steps he heard,

he fancied they would never approach. Not only would the echoes

die away, as though the steps had gone; but, echoes of other

steps that never came would be heard in their stead, and would

die away for good when they seemed close at hand. However, father

and daughter did at last appear, and Miss Pross was ready at the

street door to receive them.