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Matron, too, had more immediate worries. She listened politely while he put his difficulty to her, but he had the impression that she might say: 'I should see the almoner about it if I were you.' It was not her affair. She looked down from her regal eminence at the great hive below her buzzing with activity, all of it urgent and important; she could hardly be expected to focus her gaze on something more than four hundred years away.
He wanted to say: 'But you of all people should be interested in what can happen to royalty; in the frailness of your reputation's worth. Tomorrow a whisper may destroy you.' But he was already guiltily conscious that to hinder a Matron with irrelevances was to lengthen her already lengthy morning round without reason or excuse.
The Midget did not know what an Attainder was, and made it clear that she did not care.
'It's becoming an obsession with you, that thing,' she said, leaning her head at the portrait. 'It's not healthy. Why don't you read some of those nice books?'
Even Marta, whose visit he had looked forward to so that he could put this odd, new proposition to her and see her reaction, even Marta was too full of wrath with Madeleine March to pay any attention to him.
'After practically
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