“You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet. ’ Her lips parted, but she did not speak. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. ‘But for now, I’m taking you home. ” He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation.
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