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Mama will be expecting me. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. Made me fetch up Trodger and a couple more men, and together we searched his luggage and got hold of every single paper the man possessed. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. Pure romantic nonsense on her part. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair; Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. But if she smiled at all it was with her eyes. The telegram reminded Ann Veronica that she had no place for interviews except her bed-sitting-room, and she sought her landlady and negotiated hastily for the use of the ground floor parlor, which very fortunately was vacant. After all, I fancy that I shall have to apply for a situation as a nursery governess who understands French. She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her. “One has to be so careful of one’s friends and acquaintances,” he remarked, by way of transition.
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