” “You alarm me,” she murmured, smiling. “My mom is making duck. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. Manning,” she began. “But about last night. “It spreads like wildfire.
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