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Helena Maxon stood at the window which looked out on the tennis court, / weeping softly, when her mother's arm encircled her, and her mother's / voice, tremulous with tears unshed, addressed her.
"Lena, darling," she said, "you must control yourself. Madame Scranton / will return in a moment, with the young lady who is to be your roommate / and companion, during the next year. She is a lovely and charming girl; / and I do not want my own sweet darling's face to be utterly disfigured / by weeping when her new friend first beholds it. I am certain, my dear / daughter, that you will be very happy here, and perfectly content after / the first loneliness wears away."