\"Where have you been, young lady?\" Mike crooned, a large grin on his fat Irish face. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. She obeyed, extending her arm. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment.
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