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wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied
was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever
they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. I have said that I am but a nun now. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own
natural buoyancy. “Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a
thought that made her glance quickly at her companion. A boy like John’s dashing friend David Mitchell,
someone who shares your love of academics. . “Did you ever see women so weary-looking
and so dowdy? They do not talk. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous
nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence.
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