Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. "No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. "We were talking shop," said McClintock, rising. " "Ha!" ejaculated Trenchard.
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