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You know how stubborn they get. Mr. Gerald took Madame’s hand and kissed the fingers with a little more warmth than punctilio demanded. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. ‘Parbleu, you waste time. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination.
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