" All day long the phrase interpolated her thoughts. "As long as I live, I'll never forget that dress of hers," Prudence declared. I didn’t believe him and I said so. There was a stain of wine upon her dress. Secretly she was gratified to be assigned to the rôle of an old traveller. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway.
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