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Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. ’ Miss Froxfield intervened quickly as her betrothed showed signs of erupting again. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. "I am glad you think that," she replied. And see!" he added, as the figures drew back, and the lights disappeared; "it's a false alarm. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled.
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