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"Well? " I queried, when she had vanished. I was speaking under cover of the orchestra -- a courtesy title accorded a very ancient and very feeble piano. "Well, and what do you think of her -- of her looks, I means? Who cares for temperament in a woman!"
Charteris assumed a virtuous expression. "I don't dare tell you," said he; "you forget I am a married man."