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‘It had better not be, by God,’ had barked Captain Hilary Roding. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. Or perhaps my father once. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. The word handsome was a little beyond her grasp. Several people were passed out on the sectional sofa, and muffled noises emanated from other rooms indicating that the party’s embers were still smoldering, but John was nowhere to be seen. They compromised at length on the science course at the Tredgold Women’s College—she had already matriculated into London University from school—she came of age, and she bickered with her aunt for latch-key privileges on the strength of that and her season ticket. To have spoken lightly on such a subject a few hours ago would have seemed incredible. The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner.
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