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MRS. WILFRID ROSE'S face was puckered into a frown. She was an extremely handsome woman, and were it not for the look of pride and discontent in her eyes, she would have made a fair picture to look upon.
It was the breakfast-hour at York House, and the family had seated themselves at the table.