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" "Pray do so, Madam," retorted Mrs. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. ” “Well?” “I went from Anna’s flat to Nigel Ennison’s rooms. The quarry had passed out into the open sea. " Ruth's eyes began to glow. Miss Klegg and the youngest girl made a vigorous attack on Miss Garvice, who had said she thought women lost something infinitely precious by mingling in the conflicts of life. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. “You were there, were you?” He laughed a little impatiently.
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