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Mrs. Manson laid a purple finger on her lips. ``Nothing directly -- but does she suspect? Who can tell? The truth is, Mr. Archer, I have been waiting to see you. From the moment I heard of the firm stand you had taken, and of your influence over her, I hoped it might be possible to count on your support -- to convince you . . .''
``That she ought to go back? I would rather see her dead!'' cried the young man violently.
``Ah,'' the Marchioness murmured, without visible resentment. For a while she sat in her arm-chair, opening and shutting the absurd ivory fan between her mittened fingers; but suddenly she lifted her head and listened.
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``Here she comes,'' she said in a rapid whisper; and then, pointing to the bouquet on the sofa: ``Am I to understand that you prefer that, Mr. Archer? After all, marriage is marriage . . . and my niece is still a wife. . .
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