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She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. All bad verse—originally the epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. ’ ‘Sport!’ grumbled her betrothed, but he accompanied them across the ballroom all the same. Indeed, a note of weeping broke her voice for a moment as she burst out, “You know as well as I do that money was a loan!” “Loan!” “You yourself called it a loan!” “Euphuism. Be on your guard. “I’ve broken off my engagement,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone, and found her heart thumping in her neck. Sheppard, whose distress at the consumption of the provisions had been somewhat allayed by the anticipation of the intruder's departure after he had satisfied his appetite, was now terrified in the extreme by seeing a light approach, and hearing footsteps on the stairs. He stopped before her suddenly. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. ‘Well, that depends.
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