He had, for the most part, been correct. “You will pardon me, sir,” he said in a subdued tone, “but I think that you have forgotten to look at your engagement book. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him.
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