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“Call me Cathy, John. “You are going to treat me as though I wasn’t. ToC Thames Darrell's arm having been submitted to the scrutiny of Mrs. ‘She would say, espéce de diable, this Melusine. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. Halters, each of which had fulfilled its destiny, formed the attraction of the next compartment; while a fourth was occupied by an array of implements of housebreaking almost innumerable, and utterly indescribable. Amidst it all, however, there were several light-hearted and laughing groups walking from cell to cell to whom all this misery appeared matter of amusement. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it. " "Very well. " Darrell's attention was drawn to the latter part of this speech by a slight pressure on his foot.
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