If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. But she could see that Diane watched her more closely now, and in a cat-like way. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally.
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