" As he said this, in a low and mournful, but firm voice, the tears gathered thickly in Winifred's dark eyelashes. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. “I will make it possible,” he cried. ’ ‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald. Teas he contributed to the commissariat of Ann Veronica’s campaign—quite a number of teas. D.
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