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Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. “Just remember, I have to make this up to you. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. She kissed Cathy's soft cheek as she entered the warm kitchen. “MY DEAR MISS STANLEY,” it began,—“I hope you will forgive my bothering you with a letter, but I have been thinking very much over our conversation at Lady Palsworthy’s, and I feel there are things I want to say to you so much that I cannot wait until we meet again. “I think she would,” she decided. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention.
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