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dear-chart-result is "I see," said Fleda. "Well, I dare say our conferences have looked very odd." "Distinctly with the threat of enforcement—what would be called, I suppose, coercion.".

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🎮 "An immense little fib?" Fleda felt weak; she was glad of the support of her seat. Owen was baffled but a few seconds; he had thought of everything. "Why, that's just where you come in."!

🏆 The girl's heart gave a tremendous bound; the right way dawned upon her in a flash. Obscurity indeed the next moment engulfed this course, but for a few thrilled seconds she had understood. To send the things back "for her" meant of course to send them back if there were even a dim chance that she might become mistress of them. Fleda's palpitation was not allayed as she asked herself what portent Mrs. Gereth had suddenly perceived of such a chance: that perception could come only from a sudden suspicion of her secret. This suspicion, in turn, was a tolerably straight consequence of that implied view of the propriety of surrender from which, she was well aware, she could say nothing to dissociate herself. What she first felt was that if she wished to rescue the spoils she wished also to rescue her secret. So she looked as innocent as she could and said as quickly as possible: "For me? Why in the world for me?" She hesitated: she would only be impeccable even though she should have to be sententious. "You'll be happy if you're perfect!" she risked.!

🔥 Download dear-chart-result "Mine?" Fleda looked vague. Mrs. Gereth's rejoinder too hung back; then when it came—from sad eyes as well as from lips barely moved—it was unexpectedly merciful. "It will be very hard." That was all, now; and it was poignantly simple. The train Fleda was to take had drawn up; the girl kissed her as if in farewell. Mrs. Gereth submitted, then after a little brought out: "If we have lost—"!🔥