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Chapter XIX
“THIS IS NOT THE END”
“I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking
off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. Do get your hat, and we will go to that
corner café. "Keep a sharp look out, Bess. “Women know these things by
instinct,” she answered. ’
‘Yes, but how are you going to find her?’
‘I will ask—’
She broke off. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little
porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. A boy no older than she, Gianfrancesco’s cousin,
whispered what he would like to do to her when she stole
into the hallways near the women’s chambers to fix
herself. ”
“What ball?” The question was rhetorical. "Begone! or I fire!" he cried.
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