The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. "I never stand upon ceremony where I know I shall be welcome. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. “I am a fool,” he said.
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