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” Lucy appeared and appraised him briefly, nonchalantly. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. Several people were passed out on the sectional sofa, and muffled noises emanated from other rooms indicating that the party’s embers were still smoldering, but John was nowhere to be seen. “I dare not,” she answered. Lucy auditioned on a borrowed violin. Panting with effort, she held her point menacingly at Gosse’s chest. “You’ll be there, right?” She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. . . ” “Think not,” that young man remarked laconically. ” They remained looking at each other for three or four seconds. The smile had become a laugh. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen.
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