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They all stay!” “And you yourself?” Brendon laughed. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. She thought of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts, of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. His vicious abusiveness vanished. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense.
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