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Madame Valade was that kind of woman. CHAPTER XXVI. She
opened the door to him herself. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside
Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly
have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond
measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before
them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a
lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving
out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. "Where did I hear that before?"
"Perhaps that first day, in the water-clock tower. Come along, master. “What is a
ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. “I
have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you.
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