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Lord Antony had already sat down at the head of the table with the Comtesse on his right. Jellyband was bustling round, filling glasses and putting chairs straight. Sally waited, ready to hand round the soup. Mr. Harry Waites friends had at last succeeded in taking him out of the room, for his temper was growing more violent under the Vicomtes obvious admiration for Sally. Suzanne, came in stern, commanding accents from the rigid Comtesse. Suzanne blushed again; she had lost count of time and of place, whilst she had stood beside the fire, allowing the handsome young Englishmans eyes to dwell upon her sweet face, and his hand, as if unconsciously, to rest upon hers. Her mothers voice brought her back to reality once more, and with a submissive Yes, Mama, she too took her place at the supper table. |
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