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He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. ToC Mrs. Mr. " "I expect no commiseration," returned Mrs. ” Then she looked up at him with frightened eyes. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. She could not run, her limbs were frozen. Gerald’s voice came back to her, saying that she could not hope to outwit “a man who means business”. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. " "Execrable villain!" exclaimed Jack. ’ ‘Ah, the matter begins to come clear,’ Gerald said.
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