She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess.
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