The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. ’ Joy rose in Melusine’s bosom. The blades on the top spun faster and faster. "To me?" gasped Winifred. He did his best not to grin. She had flung away from her father’s support with the finest assumption of personal independence.
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