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“Yes,” answered Joan. “He was a landscape painter, wasn’t he?” “Dear old boy,” he said. He was watching her with a little smile. “I’m glad he’s got some luck at last.”!
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Joan heard a faint rustle and looked up. A woman had entered. It was the girl she had met there on a Christmas Day, a Miss Ensor. Joan had met her once or twice since then. She was still in the chorus. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. “Oh, sufficiently,” Joan answered. The one thing her mother had done for her had been to talk French with her when she was a child; and at Girton she had chummed on with a French girl, and made herself tolerably perfect.
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