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Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to the tray to pour himself a glass of wine. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. The note-passer lagged behind with her. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. He blushed furiously; it was not what he had expected to hear. “Hotel Ritz!” Chapter XXXI ANNA’S TEA PARTY “I suppose you haven’t the least idea who I am,” Lady Lescelles said, as she settled herself in Anna’s most comfortable chair. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears.
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