” Miss Stanley rose and regarded Ann Veronica fixedly. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb.
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