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Meantime the brougham had bowled swiftly away and its two occupants had settled themselves down comfortably as though they were preparing for a long drive.
"Are you warm enough, my child? Better let me have this window down, and you put yours up," said Mrs. Boniface, glancing with motherly anxiety at the fair face beside her.