“Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. Thunder rumbled behind the manicured hills. Footman or some such. Her hair got loose, her hat came over one eye, and she had no arm free to replace it. And all the third act is love-sick music. CHAPTER X.
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