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MRS. RANSOM, when the front door had closed on her visitor, passed with / a spring from the drawing-room to the narrow hall, and thence up the / narrow stairs to her bedroom.
Though slender, and still light of foot, she did not always move so / quickly: hitherto, in her life, there had not been much to hurry for, / save the recurring domestic tasks that compel haste without fostering / elasticity; but some impetus of youth revived, communicated to her by / her talk with Guy Dawnish, now found expression in her girlish flight / upstairs, her girlish impatience to bolt herself into her room with her / throbs and her blushes.