” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. Something draws everybody. She had no inkling of that insupportable wrong. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. Wood from pressing his suit long ago.
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