’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. “Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. Sepulchre's clock struck eight.
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