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” “I don’t want to,” said Manning. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. ” It occurred to her that she had never seen her father dining out before, never watched him critically as an equal. ’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. And then suddenly—a relief. The little old lady struck like a projectile upon the resounding chest of the foremost of these, and then Ann Veronica had got past and was ascending the steps. ” Mr. Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?” she asked. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley.
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