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The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. “I must take them,” she said, to help herself over her own incredulity. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. “Silly!” he remarked after a pause. Stanley,’ I said. . I'd go for it. He's passed through some rough mental torture. ” “Certainly,” Mrs. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. "But calm yourself, dear sister, or the interview will be too much for you. “Let us go to that little place at the back of the Palace. ‘What has that to say to anything?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ smiled Lucy nervously. She drew a long breath. He rested on one elbow.
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