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Mary was sitting on a stool by the sofa, close to the invalid's pillow.
She clasped her grandmother's hand and kissed it fondly.
'Dear grandmother, I think you are talking to me like this to-day
because you are beginning to care for me a little,' she said, tenderly.
'Oh, my dear, you are very good, very sweet and forgiving to care for me
at all, after my neglect of you,' answered Lady Maulevrier, with a
sigh. 'I have kept you out in the cold so long, Mary. Lesbia--well,
Lesbia has been a kind of infatuation for me, and like all infatuations
mine has ended in disappointment and bitterness. Ambition has been the
bane of my life, Mary; and when I could no longer be ambitious for
myself--when my own existence had become a mere death in life, I began
to dream and to scheme for the aggrandisement of my granddaughter.
Lesbia's beauty, Lesbia's elegance seemed to make success certain--and
so I dreamt my dream--which may never be fulfilled.'
'What was your dream, grandmother? May I know all about it?'
'That was the secret I spoke of just now.


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