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She would be surrendering to all her impulses—particularly the good impulses—many of which society had condemned long since because they entailed too much trouble. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. She continued to fan herself. ’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. “Do you know,” she said, “that every one is remarking how ill you look. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand. It's two hundred pounds. ’ If you engage me it must be upon my own merits. ” She commented, only to herself.
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