“We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. But if only you will come I do not care. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. ‘To go to these Charvill, it was not in my plot. The doctor frowned. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends.
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