How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. She was powerless to move from her chair. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. “I think,” he said, “that I am right. ’ ‘Yes, she will. The latter haughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. Capes agreed with the utmost cordiality. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. "I am innocent, f have stolen nothing.
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