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Newsome, who knows it so well, has, as a good friend, dear kind man that he is, done everything he can—to keep us from fatal benightedness—for my small, shy creature. Well," she wound up after Mrs. Pocock had signified, in a murmur still a little stiff, that she would speak to her own young charge on the question—"well, we shall sit, my child and I, and wait and wait and wait for you." But her last fine turn was for Strether. "Do speak of us in such a way———!"
"As that something can't but come of it? Oh, something shall come of it! I take a great interest!" he further declared; and in proof of it, the next moment, he had gone with her down to her carriage.
