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SMALL SOULS
if you don’t mind, when we meet at Mamma’s or elsewhere, let us act as though there had been nothing said between us. That is all I ask of you.”
She rang. The parlour-maid appeared. Adolphine stood staring at Constance; and her lips began to swell with the venom of the words which she felt rising to her lips.
“It’s to let Mrs. van Saetzema out, Truitje,” said Constance, quietly.
