’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. “I do not know what you mean,” he said, “but if you are referring to any little coolness since our marriage let us never speak of it again.
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