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RV 145 win from him some answering gesture. But he was already glancing at his watch. "That's all right. Jove, though—we'll be late for dinner Opera afterward, isn't there?"

The door closed on him. For a moment or two she stood still, awed by the sense of some strange presence in the room, something as fresh and strong as a spring gale. It must be happiness, she thought.