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never know if it was her real opinion; and therefore I should be no farther advanced. Don't you see?"
Durham struggled between the sentimental impulse to soothe her, and the practical instinct that it was a moment for unmitigated frankness.
"I'm not sure that I do; but if you can't find out what Madame de Treymes thinks, I'll see what I can do myself."
"Oh—you!" broke from her in mingled terror and admiration; and pausing on her doorstep to lay her hand in his before she touched the bell, she added with a half-whimsical flash of regret: "Why did n't this happen to Fanny Frisbee?"
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