“Miss Pellissier is nothing to me except a young lady for whom I have the most profound and respectful admiration. ” “Ugh! That poor girl! What a horrible guy! Did he?” “Yeah, it was his. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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