Barrace

Barrace that was the insidious, the delicate marvel.

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He looked hard for an instant at Miss Barrace, but she had already gone on.

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“Everything, every one shows,” Miss Barrace went on.

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Barrace had so good-humouredly described herself as assigning a corner of her salon.

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He could only after a moment re-echo Miss Barrace.

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Miss Barrace, with her laugh, was not to be behind.

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Chad had one day offered tea at the Boulevard Malesherbes to a chosen few, a group again including the unobscured Miss Barrace; and Strether had on coming out walked away with the acquaintance whom in his letters to Mrs. Newsome he always spoke of as the little artist-man.

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It reminded our friend of Miss Barrace, and he felt again the brush of his sense of moving in a maze of mystic closed allusions.

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Barrace, mature meagre erect and eminently gay, highly adorned, perfectly familiar, freely contradictions and reminding him of some last-century portrait of a clever head without powder — why

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Miss Barrace should have been in particular the note of a

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