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 'It is a long-distance call. Miss Morgan personally is wanted.'

Cicely rose.

'I'm sorry, Roger,' she said, smiling down at him. She placed her hand a moment on his shoulder. He covered it quickly with his own, pressing it against him hard.

'Come right back, won't you?'

'I will,' she promised, and left him, her heart singing.