Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. The bridesmaids and pages got rather jumbled in the aisle, and she had an effect of Alice’s white back and sloping shoulders and veiled head receding toward the altar. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. But—it’s one of the things I’ve just been thinking over. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. His shirt also was unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an ox, and a chest which might have served as a model for a Hercules.
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