He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Diane spoke first. She learned quickly, absorbing all she could as quickly as possible as her adoration grew for him. But you had better know the truth to start with. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote. Prudence twinkled at them, and reached out to pat Melusine’s hand. I understand nothing of what you say. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily.
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