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“It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. She could not help thinking of Capes. The one nearest to her, which must lead to the library. Wood gave the required promise, though he could not help thinking that if either of them had cause to be jealous he was the party. They fell into step again. She returned home to the Beck house soaked and soggy. Vite, I pray you. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. “I’ve been,” she said, “forbidden to come. ’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. “Where?” “To that ball.
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