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In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and
sputtering firecrackers. The expression, however,
which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound
melancholy. The girl stood with her
hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair
over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than
ever like an obdurate child. She further suspected that he
might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he
had not already. Stanley, having pretended
to linger to smoke, fled suddenly up-stairs to petrography, and when Veronica
tapped he answered through the locked door, “Go away, Vee! I’m busy,” and
made a lapidary’s wheel buzz loudly.
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