‘It is too annoying!’ said Minna Hastings aloud, looking darkly towards the door which the _padrona_ had just closed behind her, more gently than usual, on taking her departure. Minna tapped her foot on the floor and frowned, resting her chin on her hand as she leaned a little forward in her chair. Then she let her eyes wander round the large, pleasant room, into which the south sun was pouring warmly, and she frowned again. For a moment she felt a strong impulse to spring up, hasten after Madame Vincenzini, take her by her plump, good-natured shoulders and say, in firm, decided tones:…
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