Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. Nuns, I mean. I saw them both. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes.
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