But it's French manners, I suppose. She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. True to her nature, Cathy had already offered John snacks and drinks of water twice by the time Lucy bounded down the stairs at 3:58. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times.
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