The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. ” “Perhaps not,” she answered. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. He was beginning to think about her inordinately. "As long as I live, I'll never forget that dress of hers," Prudence declared. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. That’s about the beginning. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse with Capes vanished again. I suppose this is what she learns in her infernal London colleges.
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