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She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. That's the sort of fool your nephew is!" "Not even a good time!" said the aunt, whimsically, as she stuffed the bills into her reticule. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. It will be a little lonely sometimes,” she said, looking around at them, “and I shall miss you all, but it is the fairest for myself —and I think for you. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow.
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