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” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. “You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. "See how glad he is!" His irony and displeasure subsided. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least.
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