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🎮 Mrs. Denton knew just the right people. They might be induced to bring their sons and daughters—it might be their grandchildren, youth being there to welcome them. For Joan, of course, would play her part. It seemed to her that it was she that they were laughing at, pointing her out to one another, jeering at her, reviling her, threatening her.!

🏆 Mary Greyson called on her in the morning, while she was still at breakfast. She had come from seeing Francis off by an early train from Euston. He had sent Joan a ring. “And you must not despair,” she continued; “because in the end it will seem to you that you have failed. It is the fallen that win the victories.”!

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