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They paced for a minute or two in silence, and then Patricia gave a little sigh. There was generous and general rejoicing at her account of the brief interview, and a strong feeling that under this happier augury Geraldine must recover. Patricia went to bed feeling that the storm of the afternoon had been a type of her own day, and that for her the stars were serenely shining after the tempest of doubt and estrangement. "Bill," he said, with his voice dancing, "that's the most effective apology I ever heard. You were sorry to some point.".
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