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Her father’s step quickened to a trot. “Thanks, I’m not very fond of coffee,” Anna answered, “and I hate music. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. “No, not that I know of,” Michelle replied, her still eyes not meeting Lucy’s. I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure that henceforth our ways will lie apart. Blueskin goes with me. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed, in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount. After listening attentively for a short time without drawing breath, he became convinced that his apprehensions were groundless, and, greatly relieved, sat down upon the chair to rest himself and prepare for further efforts.
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