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the hope of finding out the nature of your interest."
Miss Verney shot a glance at her, and drew away in a soft subsidence of undulating furs.
"Is this an embassy?" she asked smiling.
"No: not in any sense."
The girl leaned back with an air of relief. "I'm glad; I should have disliked—" She looked again at Mrs. Peyton. "You want to know what I mean to do?"
"Yes."
"Then I can only answer that I mean to wait and see what he does."
"You mean that everything is contingent on his success?"
"I am—if I'm everything," she admitted gaily.
The mother's heart was beating in her throat, and her words seemed to force themselves out through the throbs.
"I—I don't quite see why you attach
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