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🏆 “That tells him to talk all that twaddle?” demanded Miss Ensor. “Have you heard him?” She promised that she would. She always felt curiously at home with the Greysons.!

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“Why is the Press always so eager for war?” mused Joan. “According to their own account, war doesn’t pay them.” The Greysons lived in a small house squeezed into an angle of the Outer Circle, overlooking Regent’s Park. It was charmingly furnished, chiefly with old Chippendale. The drawing-room made quite a picture. It was home-like and restful with its faded colouring, and absence of all show and overcrowding. They sat there after dinner and discussed Joan’s news. Miss Greyson was repairing a piece of old embroidery she had brought back with her from Italy; and Greyson sat smoking, with his hands behind his head, and his long legs stretched out towards the fire.!
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“Shall I shut the door?” suggested Joan. Mr. Folk was a well-known artist. He lived in Paris. “You are wonderfully like your mother,” he told Joan. “In appearance, I mean,” he added. “I knew her when she was Miss Caxton. I acted with her in America.”
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“There is an old Hindoo proverb,” he said: “That when a man and woman love they dig a fountain down to God.” She decided that their future meetings should be at his own house. Mrs. Phillips’s only complaint was that she knocked at the door too seldom. The girl turned her dark eyes full upon Joan. “What did stop you?” she demanded.
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