“MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,—
“To-morrow the six months will be up. 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. But that
was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of
mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of
vast unexampled release. Flinging her
back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal
at all. But where in the world was the girl? A door led to
another chamber beyond. “I want to speak to you about a little thing, Vee,” said Mr. ‘She didn’t behave in the least like an émigré, if these people are anything to go
by. I had left Paris. .
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