’ ‘It could hardly be less so,’ said Mrs Sindlesham tartly. “You are in a private room of St. ” She sat motionless, with her hand tightening over the edge of the table, and he, too, said no more. She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her.
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