The Red Room. At the Palazzo she had been confined to her own sunny windowed quarters most of the time, but she had the entire run of the inside of the manor. “I say, daddy,” she began, and was suddenly short of breath. Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon and headed for the back stairs. She could not go to him when it was apparent that he needed her beyond all other instances! What had caused this agony did not matter—then. This is altogether insupportable. Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. After all, old P.
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