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” Anna was not late, but her heart sank within her when she entered the drawingroom. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. Perhaps the Parisian atmosphere had affected him. And let us go on with our evening. ‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. "Your sympathy is being wasted.
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