There are men in the Lowndean who laugh at him—simply laugh at him. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. And at the sight something leaped within her. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. Otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and intent. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world.
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