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They were sounding more and more like Civic every day. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. ‘You do not want to be a nun,’ he said now, and Melusine noted with a prick at her senses the irritation in his tone. She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. He would pick a random member of the ever-shifting household for the sake of example. “Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly.
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