She flew to the door, but returned the next minute, looking deeply disappointed, and bringing the intelligence that it was "only Mrs. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. ’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest.
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