Page:The Wings of the Dove (New York, Charles Scribners Sons, 1902), Volume 1.djvu/60

 she made it good that she wasn't underhand about anybody else. She had denied everything and every one, she reflected as she went away—and that was a relief; but it also made rather a clean sweep of the future. The prospect put on a bareness that already gave her something in common with the Miss Condrips. 50