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"I'll be his evil genius!" vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy her torture. Tight. She saw herself in very much Vivie’s position—managing something. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release. The thought allured him, and therein lay the danger. A few minutes later Sir John left the room. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. E.
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