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” Anna drummed impatiently with her fingers against the arm of her chair. And listen, John. It was Martin, she could hear his heart beat. Not us. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. “Well?” “I don’t care a rap for all these things. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes.
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