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” He stared at a little eddy. He turned just in time to see Lucilla exchange an amused look with Hilary. Mr. ’ Melusine sobered, sitting down again. He had more time for her. The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage. She caught at the idea. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. I know that in my heart I would take whatever he gave. “Perhaps that is only sleeping,” he said. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless.
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