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And if by
then I'm past praying for, you may. And I'll import a Russian--or a
Choctaw--who won't understand when I call her names. Is that a bargain,
Blanchie?"
The maid hesitated.
"Just a fortnight!" said Kitty, in her most seductive tones.
"Very well, my lady."
Kitty jumped up, waltzed round the room, the white silk skirts of her
dressing-gown floating far and wide, then thrust her feet into her
slippers, and began to dress as though nothing had happened.
* * * * *
But when her toilette was accomplished, Kitty having dismissed her maid,
sat for some time in front of her mirror in a brown study.
"What is the matter with me?" she thought. "William is an angel, and I
love him. And I can't do what he wants--I can't!" She drew a long,
troubled breath. The lips of the face reflected in the glass were dry
and colorless, the eyes had a strange, shrinking expression. "People
are possessed--I know they are. They can't help themselves. I began
this to punish Mary--and now--when I don't see Geoffrey, everything is
odious and dreary. I can't care for anything.


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