” “It might become one,” he answered. Sir Rowland Trenchard is aware of your return to England. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. “My dear man,” she exclaimed, “wasn’t that a foregone conclusion?” “You treat the matter lightly,” he continued. Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. “I am perfectly certain that that man meant to be rude to me.
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