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Miss O’Connor hesitated. She looked at her hostess; she looked at the footman; for some instants it seemed possible that she proposed to use vigorous measures to constrain the latter to obedience. Then, when Mrs. Thurston had already reached the first landing she ran up after her, two steps at a time. It was apparently with difficulty that she restrained herself until they had gained the privacy of the lady’s chamber. So soon as Mrs. Thurston had opened the door she brushed past her with a degree of impetuosity which pointed neither to good manners nor good temper. Although, in her haste, the other had hustled her aside, Mrs. Thurston, still with the door handle between her fingers, turned and regarded her with an air of complete imperturbability, an attitude which Miss O’Co
