The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. . ‘I may have been only a secretary, but times are changing. A little exclamation of surprise escaped Ennison. She stood without motion and without strength. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony.
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