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A panel slid open and she stepped into the relative light of the little dressingroom, Kimble close behind her. ” He extended his hand. ”
“Not in the least,” she assured him. Excited by the scene, Jack, however, could pay little attention to
the good man's discourse, and was lost in a whirl of tumultuous emotions. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a
highly meretricious quality caught her eye. Milice,’ Gerald translated. Around him
were all the evidences of plenty. “As my lady wills. "Where?"
"That can wait," she answered. “I see the pointer,” she said. Too damned
chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman.
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