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"This locket," he said, taking a little ornament attached to a black ribband from his breast, and giving it her,—"do you remember it?" "I do—I do!" cried Winifred. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. He said daring things with a grace which made them irresistible, his eyes flashed back upon her some eloquent but silent appreciation of the change in her manner towards him. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. Your glove will suffice. It is not at all comme il faut. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. And thus he was once more free, having effected one of the most wonderful escapes ever planned or accomplished. Ann Veronica stared at his foolish, propitiatory smile, his hungry gaze, through one moment of amazement, then stepped aside and went on her way with a quickened step. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. What would it be without that safeguard?” Ogilvy pursued his own topic.
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