She had, poor inexperienced fool, given herself away. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. ‘Léonore, then?’ She shook her head animatedly, enjoying his attention. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. Humph. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?” “No right at all,” he admitted.
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