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She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. He wanted to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London. Capes had altered scarcely at all during the interval, except for a new quality of smartness in the cut of his clothes, but Ann Veronica was nearly half an inch taller; her face was at once stronger and softer, her neck firmer and rounder, and her carriage definitely more womanly than it had been in the days of her rebellion. “If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him.
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