She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. But, on the bursting of that bubble, his hopes vanished with it. Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?” “I certainly am,” she admitted. He impetuously grasped a hold of her hand, looking for a callous.
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