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And he did not lack courage. . ” “To a friend?” “To lodgings—alone. ” She smiled artificially as she scanned the audience and located John. Suddenly she felt her wrist grasped by a strong hand. "You are all right?"—anxiously. "Drink your peg; don't bother about me. It was dry, as if she had powdered it. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions.
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