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The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. ’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway. She seemed bursting with the desire to talk, and watching for her opportunity. Brendon’s guests,” she said, “and I scarcely think it would be nice of me to leave him alone with Sydney. I should scarcely have known you. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. Paintings sold off the walls. This she would not endure.
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