"Heed her not. She walked with an easy quickness down the Avenue and through the proletarian portion of Morningside Park, and crossing these fields came into a pretty overhung lane that led toward Caddington and the Downs. Lucy followed her. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. Just sit down on that stool again and let’s talk of this in cold blood. She caught at the idea. In your heart you know very well that this is absurd. ’ ‘Tchah! Better a doubtful welcome here than a confounded French convent. " Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of his aunt in the doorway.
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