You’re a good friend. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. "You'll never return. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. “Let me introduce my friend to you,” Courtlaw said. “Don’t know me, eh? I like that. ” She found her muscles a-tremble. S. “For Heaven’s sake, no,” she answered quickly. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. To-night we leave for Marseilles. D.
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