Marvel. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. ’ ‘In one little minute,’ she said, snapping her fingers, ‘it is over and voilà tout. “I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile. CHAPTER XVIII. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners.
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