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One evening, towards the end of the summer, there came to our house a travelling carriage with the General's coachman, who brought a young lady of extraordinary beauty. She had a pale face, thinness of form, and eyes which seemed at once wild and languid. She said she had been in an accident, and that the carriage had broken down. My mother, who was always hospitable, begged that she would remain with us till morning; and to this the stranger consented.