The conflict was of short duration; for Shotbolt was no match for his athletic antagonist. She made no attempt to answer her sister’s question. She turned her eyes to him again, and saw her late friend and pleasant and trusted companion, who had seen fit suddenly to change into a lover, babbling interesting inacceptable things. “Let me see,” he said. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards.
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