“My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. Spurling, half aside. " "Good enough for me. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. 1.
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