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E. R. Punshon The Interrupted Reign of Mrs. Linton-Ward (1925)

Mrs. Linton-Ward had corrected his letters and other writings in French, but she had never gone so far as to offer real French conversation—in point of fact, she had kept that in reserve as a tit-bit to be brought out presently, and now it was too late.
They went in to dinner, and when they were seated, a melancholy wretch crept miserably in. It was the broken-hearted Dicky King, who had no longer faith or trust in heaven above or the world beneath, but when his astonished gaze fell on Mrs. Billington-Shaw he started perceptibly.
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E. R. Punshon The Interrupted Reign of Mrs. Linton-Ward (1925)

Billington-Shaw to smooth the thing over.
Mrs. Linton-Ward wept.
In the morning, the bleak and chill morning, she, feeling very old, and Mrs. Billington-Shaw, looking very young, and with her hair more permanently waved then ever, found themselves at breakfast together.
"What dear fellows these boys do seem to be!" said Mrs. Billington-Shaw.
Mrs. Linton-Ward assented.
"Makes one feel," sighed Mrs. Billington-Shaw, "how much boys all alone in a big town, as these are, have need of a woman's influence to mould, to guide."
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E. R. Punshon The Interrupted Reign of Mrs. Linton-Ward (1925)

And very likely one or other of the other boys would want the help, the advice, or the simple friendly intercourse she was always ready to give them, thus forming and moulding them and leading them to higher things, just as a mother or, rather, a wiser and infinitely more experienced elder sister might have done, had she possessed the tact and skill of Mrs. Linton-Ward.
"A woman's influence ..." she mused again, as she entered the hall.
There she came face to face with Johnny Gilroy, hurrying towards the door, his collar perfectly clean, his dress bow tied by the hand of a true artist.
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