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Thrusting aside the flimsy veil of Time, we find Marie Leczinska the penniless daughter of an exiled Polish king who is living in retirement in a dilapidated commandatory at a little town in Alsace. It is easy to picture the shabby room wherein the unforeseeing Marie sits content between her mother and grandmother, all three diligently broidering altar cloths.
Without a word Marcia handed it to him, and then stood back where the wide draperies of the window would shadow her. Madam Schuyler, with sudden keen prescience, took alarm. Noticing the two maids standing wide-mouthed in the hallway, she summoned her most commandatory tone, stepped into the hall, half closing the door behind her, and cowed the two handmaidens under her glance.
Miss Margaret!" began the minister, with a commandatory gesture for her to stop. Margaret was the picture of haughtiness as she turned and said, "Miss Earle, if you please!" "Um! Ah! Why, certainly, Miss ah Earle, if you wish it. Will you kindly remain here for a moment? I wish to speak with you. Bud, you may go on."
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