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"Come! I see the storm has blown over," cried Winifred, brightening up. Sooner or later we’ll certainly do something to clean those prisons you told me about—limewash the underside of life. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. " "No. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal— and they’re no good. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. And let us go on with our evening. I’ve accustomed myself to think of you— as if you were like every other girl who works at the schools—as something quite outside these possibilities. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey.
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