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Finding all attempts at conversation with his companion in misfortune in vain, Wood, in order to distract his thoughts, looked up at the gigantic structure standing, like a wall of solid darkness, before him. Stanley. When he found himself thinking about it, it upset him so that he at once resorted to distraction. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. “And some of them quite pretty and well dressed. But the possible attitude of her father she had still to face. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration.
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