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Probably she was married years ago and is now merely on the way to her husband's house. " "You're agitating yourself unnecessarily, Joan," returned Wood, in a soothing voice. " "You're a philosopher, too. He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. Mr. White, who had risen to greet her, proceeded with a formal, and from Anna’s point of view, a wholly unnecessary round of introductions. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. She wanted to kiss his feet. She laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights approached their car. There were two sisters, you know. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage parleyed with inaudible interrogations.
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