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D mean, had always meant, strife and controversy, and in these later
years, Grace had steered her course toward serenity. She had refused to
be blown about by the storms of her mother's prejudices. In the midst of
the conventionality of her own social training, she had managed to be
untrammeled. In this she was more like Mary than the others of her
generation. And she loved Mary, and wanted to see her happy. "Mother,"
she asked abruptly, "who is this Roger Poole?" Mrs. Clendenning told her
that he was a lodger in the Tower Rooms--a treasury clerk--a mere
nobody. Grace cha