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"Hippolyta Prymmer, I've come to ask your pardon. Let bygones be bygones. I've been ugly, and I acknowledge it. I'll try to do better in future. Let's shake hands."
Mrs. Prymmer stood slowly opening and shutting her mouth. Was it really Jane Gastonguay -- rich Jane Gastonguay -- that stood in her parlour thus humbly suing for forgiveness?