“My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of company for the start of the Little Season. She's headed for America. ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand.
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