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The girl threw herself, in her flushed eagerness, straight upon the wonderful lady. "I've come back to you—I want to speak to you!" The need had been a rapid growth, but it was clearly immense. "May I confide in you?"
Her instant overflow left Mrs. Gracedew both astonished and amused. "You too?" she laughed. "Why it is good we come over!"
"It is, indeed!" Cora gratefully echoed. "You were so very kind to me and seemed to think me so curious."
The mirth of her friend redoubled. "Well, I loved you for it, and it was nothing moreover to what you thought me!"
Miss Prodmore found, for this, no denial—she only presented her frank high colour. "I loved you. But I'm the worst!" she generously added. "And I'm solitary."
"Ah, so am I!" Mrs. Gracedew declared with gaiety, but with emphasis. "A very queer thing
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