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Saint's Progress

'Mademoiselle, in that room you might see someone perhaps whom one day you would meet again; in the place we visited you were safe enough-at least I hope so.'
Noel shrugged. `I suppose it doesn't matter now, what I do.'
And a rush of emotion caught at her throat--a wave from the past-the moonlit night, the dark old Abbey, the woods and the river. Two tears rolled down her cheeks.
`I was thinking of something,' she said in a muffled voice. `It's all right.'
`CUre mademoiselle!' Lavendie murmured; and all the way home he was timid and distressed. Shaking his hand at the door, she murmured: `I'm sorry I was such a fool; and thank you awfully, monsieur. Good night.'
`Good night; and better dreams. There is a good time coming-Peace and Happiness once more in the world. It will not always be this Forcing-House. Good night, chere mademoiselle!'
Noel went up to the nursery, and stole in. A night-light was burning, Nurse and baby were fast asleep. She tiptoed through into her own room. Once there, she felt suddenly so tired that she could hardly undress; and yet curiously rested, as if with that rush of emotion, Cyril and the past had slipped from her for ever.

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Noel's first encounter with Opinion took place the following day. The baby had just come in from its airing; she had seen it comfortably snoozing, and was on her way downstairs, when a voice from the hall said: `How do you do?' and she saw the khaki-clad figure of Adrian Lauder, her father's curate l Hesitating a moment, she finished her descent, and put her fingers in his. He was a rather heavy, dough-coloured young man of nearly thirty,

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