Dick Treadwell gazed sternly at Penelope Howard’s downcast face, and waited for a reply. Instead of answering, as good-mannered young women generally do, Penelope intently watched the tips of her russet shoes, as they appeared and disappeared beneath the edge of her gown, and remained silent.…
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