Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. “Please stop by. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss Miniver failed to mark. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him.
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