John’s parents were won over. Lucy stood in front of the piano. I know my son's voice too well. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. Agents were dispersed in all directions—offers the most tempting held out to induce the wavering to join the Chevalier's standard.
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