Ann Veronica, with a sigh at the cost of hospitality, made a hasty negotiation for an extra tea and for a fire in the groundfloor apartment, and preened herself carefully for the interview. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. Charcoal. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. He got out of the car and lifted her from the convertible before she could open the door. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate.
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