Don’t be frightened, dear. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. ‘You escape from your own convent, at great personal danger. ’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway. She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. She realized that with a pang of disgust and horror. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. She opened and read it at once. Dolby smiled.
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