‘All so long ago and my memory ain’t what it was. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. ” The men at the reporter’s table lifted their eyebrows, smiled faintly, and leaned back to watch how she took her scolding. What does it matter? It is here, and it is here to stay.
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