" "No. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. Hetty, who had periods of lucid expression, put the thing for her from her pillow. A dozen books lay upon the counterpane. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. White looked mysteriously about the room as though to be sure that no one was listening. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. Not a moment is to be lost. ’ ‘Don’t count on it.
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