” He smiled and buzzed her in to the glass doors, which opened by an unseen electronic hand. Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. “I will not intrude upon you further.
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