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You can borrow any of my outfits anytime, you know. Cathy chimed. I know less about this affair perhaps than you suppose. —D'ye hear?" Still the widow remained silent. The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. Anna was not “Alcide” of the “Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting. Only I wish that it did not remind one so much of a second-hand clothes shop. She lunched at a creamery in Great Portland Street, and as the day was full of wintry sunshine, spent the rest of the lunch-hour in a drowsy gloom, which she imagined to be thought upon the problems of her position, on a seat in Regent’s Park.
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