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When she renewed her attendance at the Imperial College the third finger of her left hand was adorned with a very fine old ring with dark blue sapphires that had once belonged to a great-aunt of Manning’s. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. She turned a resolute face southward. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. “I don’t think you can have heard me, Vee,” he said, with intensely controlled fury. Hours were spent in preparation for the event.
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