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SHE came to him on the following afternoon, her cool, debonair, beautifully groomed self, and met him without embarrassment.
"I'm afraid I gave you a lot of trouble that night I 'phoned you," she drawled. She stood before the mirror in his sitting-room, examining herself critically in the glass. "The truth is, Lew is absurdly jealous, and he had discovered an old attachment of mine. And then, of course, he was very annoyed with me for talking so much to you."