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“There is my aunt,” she said. ” She eyed him scornfully. ” “Well?” “Sir John came to me—that you know—and you can guess what I told him. A broken laugh followed the action. Speak lower. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’ after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the railway station. He accepted this confession conditionally: that no young man had kissed her. It vosh plain he vent dat vay.
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