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One evening at the end of two long hours, when he had heroically suppressed his longing for a game of poker, he said hesitatingly, "I thought you were so fond of reading. I don't see any books about. All the women are reading a novel called 'Quits. ' I'll send it up to you in the morning if you haven't read it."
For the first time since Masters' departure the blood rose in Madeleine's face, but she answered calmly: