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While Hermia was sitting in the library the next day in a very unenviable frame of mind, the door opened and Mrs. Dykman came in.
"Hermia," she said, after she had disposed herself on one of the severe, high-backed chairs, "it is quite time for you to adopt some slight regard for the conventionalities. You are wealthy, and strong in your family name; but there is a limit. The world is not a thing you can hold in the hollow of your hand or crush under your foot. The manner in which you left Mrs. Le Roy's house last night was scandalous. What do you suppose the consequences will be? " Her cold, even tones never varied, but they had the ice-breath of the Arctic in them.