She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. ‘Sit down, won’t you?’ He crossed back to Roding and said low-voiced. Or else he was indeed obsessed.
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