The women, Ann Veronica thought, were not quite so interesting as the men. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. "I expect a very extraordinary person to supper, Rachel," he remarked. ” “I sent a telegram to say I was all right. ” She looked around the apartment again. There was an eerie sense of brooding menace about an uninhabited establishment. There all the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly made, and the spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserable inhabitants. "What's the matter?" repeated Mrs.
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