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[Beamon S. <phi...@da...>]

Had said. She could not understand being denied admittance; but it did
not matter,
for one day Mrs.
Grier should know how she--Junia-had saved her son's career. So she
thought,
as she gazed before her into space from the chintz-covered lounge on
the night

of the day Barode Barouche was buried. There was a smell of roses in
the room. She had gathered many of them that afternoon.

She caught a bud from a bunch on a table, and fastened it in the bosom
of her dress. Somehow,

as she did it, she had a feeling she would like to clasp a man's
head to her breast where the rose was--one of those wild thoughts that
come to the sanest woman at times. She was
captured by the excitement in which