’ Then she ran swiftly out of the library, calling out as
her cavalier was almost at the front door. "
"It matters not, Norris," replied Lady Trafford: "I would rather die on the road,
than be exposed to another such scene as I have just encountered. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. Where can we sit down and talk?”
He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young
man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. See
paragraph 1. Conceiving himself called upon,
as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her
memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. . “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was
unfeignedly grateful to him. “My dad is into this stuff. “You will be so late.
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