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“I should like to understand you,” he said. He was not particularly grateful for the present situation. The same night he met Meddoes and Drummond together, the latter over from Paris on a week’s leave from the Embassy. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. Then her head disappeared suddenly in her hands, and her shoulders shook violently. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. And also she didn’t like them. "But I dread the effect your departure may have upon your poor mother. She made no attempt to answer her sister’s question. The wish was vain: and, endeavouring to banish every earthly thought, he addressed himself deeply and sincerely to prayer. "Bring him back with you. It saved me the bother of being studied.
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