” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be easy and colloquial: “You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. He had been quite right to sit down. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. It takes too many years to climb even a step in the social ladder. . I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. “The very question, my dear sister,” she said, “tells me that I have succeeded. Then he took me out to Monteaux, on a motor.
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