A bit of rough road
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The young girl who spoke rose from her seat by the window and came towards a stout old lady, who was carrying on an animated conversation with two or three of her Sunday visitors. They were in a London drawing - room, and though outside the sun shone, and the flowers in the park close by were bright with colour; it was early enough in the spring to need a fire.
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