. ‘Then let her keep her Frenchified titles to herself. “Cheveney!” she repeated. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. That’s really our choice now, defy—or futility. Only a son’s another story. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. Behind every one of these myriad fronts she passed there must be a career or careers. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know.
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