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approval or dissent; but this dismissed, she turned a melting face on Mrs. Peyton and said with one of her rapid modulations of tone: "I was so sorry about poor Mr. Parrow."
Mrs. Peyton uttered an assenting sigh. "It was a great grief to us—a great loss to my son."
"Yes—I know. I can imagine what you must have felt. And then it was so unlucky that it should have happened just now."
Mrs. Peyton shot a reconnoitring glance at her profile. "His dying, you mean, on the eve of success?"
Miss Verney turned a frank smile upon her. "One ought to feel that, of course but I'm afraid I am very selfish where my friends are concerned, and I was thinking of Mr. Peyton's having to give up his work at such a critical moment." She spoke without a note of deprecation: there was a pagan freshness in her opportunism.
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