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THURSDAY came. A wire had been received saying that the guest would arrive at four, and the car had been sent for him.
Adrienne had seen that the spare room was ready and comfortable for him. She even put a blue jar of daffodils on the writing bureau, and wondered, as she did so, if he would notice or appreciate them.