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" "Compromised. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. She would have to leave very soon. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look. " "Lord bless us! you alarm me. You will do as I say, or—’ ‘Hoy!’ called Trodger from down the hall. "The gentleman under the table," she answered. Her formerly brown hair was dyed a white shade of blonde.
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