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Much as Lyn had always admired her aunt, she had never quite realised the force of that lady's character till now. As Lyn expressed it afterwards, she was as good as three men. And she seemed to know New York as well as Lyn knew Broadwater. Wherever Mrs. Sinclair went, she always appeared to be at home.
Despite her natural courage and coolness, Lyn felt slightly dazed. The big hotels, the hurrying crowds, the lifts, the colored waiters, all gave her a dreamy impression of things. And everything seemed to be done at such break-neck speed; the jangling of telephone bells was ever in her ears. To Mrs. Sinclair it all seemed natural enough.