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He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his throat. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town. "Oh, easily enough," rejoined the other. "I think you're all bewitched," she cried.
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