" "Only three days," reiterated the widow, "three short short days,—and then all is over. ’ Miss Froxfield intervened quickly as her betrothed showed signs of erupting again. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. ” “But how did you tell him? You’ve never told me.
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