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Book Sixth-2
“ Yes, here you are, fortunately!” Madame de Vionnet laughed. “Mrs. Newsome,” she added in another tone, “didn’t think you can do so little.” He had an hesitation, but he brought the words out. “Well, she thinks so now.” “ Do you mean by that—?” But she also hung fire. “ Do I mean what?” She still rather faltered. “Pardon me if I touch on it, but if I’m saying extraordinary things, why, perhaps, mayn’t I? Besides, doesn’t it properly concern us to know?” “ To know what?” he insisted as after thus beating about the bush she had again dropped. She made the effort. “Has she given you up?” He was amazed afterwards to think how simply and quietly he had met it. “Not yet.” It was almost as if he were a trifle disappointed—had expected still more of her freedom. But he went straigh
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