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And not on Melusine’s account, but to see Prudence, who had no use for a cavalier. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. ‘It is not easy. The supreme effect for Ann Veronica was its surpassing relevance; it made every other atmosphere she knew seem discursive and confused. \"You should go out with him. “Oh yes,” said Miss Klegg; “I thought every one knew. "Can't!" repeated his mother. "Ruth?" Silence for a moment. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house.
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