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She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. “What made you think” he said, abruptly, with the gleam of avidity in his face, “that love makes people happy?” “I know it must. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. Then he turned to Anna. In the next place, she really had some pretensions to beauty. Or run me through. It was a brief solitude, however. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. Brendon,” he said, “may I rob you of your guest just for the drive home? I have only a few hours in England, and Miss Pellissier is an old friend. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment.
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