The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. “I love some one else. Her mind jumped with questions as fear raced through her and hardened into a bid for retaliation. You are somebody’s secretary, are you not?” It was plain that the subject was distasteful to her, but Ennison, although famous in a small way for his social tact, did not at once discard it.
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