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And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. A fever of shame ran through her being. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. What was the matter with the dress? She could not see. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. Wear one on the stage on the following day. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. There it was—to be borrowed. He was caressing an idea. " "To-morrow will be too late," said Sheppard, moodily.
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