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Miss Stanley threw aside a black cloak to reveal a discreet and dignified arrangement of brown silk, and then embraced Ann Veronica with warmth. ” Lady Ferringhall sat with half closed eyes and clenched teeth. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. If they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning. ’” She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy trills and flourishes at every phrase. I speak no harm of her. Why should I?” “At last,” he murmured, “at last I have found you. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds.
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