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Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door. Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. “I have come for an explanation,” she said. To his intense satisfaction, Melusine bit her lip on a tremor. It had been very peaceful in the little cave for countless years. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. Beauty has bloomed and faded. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it.
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