After Gwen!” “I sent a telegram. ” “Certainly,” Mrs. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. “I believe it is. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart.
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