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"Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. She addressed Anna with a beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. I will not be sent away. But she was not there. Voilà tout. ’ ‘You mean monsieur le baron, the General Charvill, my grandfather?’ Melusine laid aside on the table the letter she had been studying and turned so that the frame of her nun’s wimple no longer obscured her view. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world. The challenge gave her courage. This charming episode was repeated three times. ” His face darkened. ’ ‘It is true,’ insisted the lady. .
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