" "I should like a little of that plum-tart," said Mrs. What would happen when next morning she returned to Morningside Park? He couldn’t turn her out of doors. ‘I’m determined to find out all about you, mademoiselle. Her father read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for managing while the cook had a holiday. She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. Her lips came together with an expression between contentment and the faintest shadow of a smile, her manner was one of quiet reserve, and behind this mask she was wildly discontented and eager for freedom and life. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in.
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