" "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. ” He said to her, quite unsure of whether or not he was dreaming. " But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a little aside, and folded his arms, muttering, "This whim will soon be over. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. ’ ‘Yes, Hilary, do stop hustling the girl,’ put in Miss Froxfield, much to Melusine’s relief and approval. "Going to befuddle himself between now and dinner," was the comment of Prudence.
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