With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. She had just passed into a little antechamber beyond when she suddenly heard a faint knocking. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. He was asleep when Jonathan entered, and growled at being disturbed. Her eyes still had the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect health. But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation. A thin line of red appeared in the white neck. “Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. Even though the individual faces of her audience were not to be singled out, she had been conscious from the first moment of her appearance that something was wrong.
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