Meserve was a pretty woman, moving with graceful flirts of ruffling skirts her clear-cut, nervous face, as delicately tinted as a shell, looked brightly from the plumy brim of a black hat at Mrs. Meserve had married Simon Meserve and come to the village to live. The two women had been friends ever since Mrs. John Emerson was the first to whom she imparted it. Rhoda Meserve always had the news as soon as the news was in being, and generally Mrs. She also knew by a certain something about her general carriage - a thrusting forward of the neck, a bustling hitch of the shoulders - that she had important news. Rhoda Meserve coming down the street, and knew at once by the trend of her steps and the cant of her head that she meditated turning in at her gate. John Emerson, sitting with her needlework beside the window, looked out and saw Mrs.
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