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"It has blown over," said Trist softly, as the little lady came towards him.
"Yes," replied Mrs. Wylie with obvious abstraction. She was not thinking of the weather at all. In Trist's monotonous voice there had been an almost imperceptible catch. Slight though it had been, the acute little matron detected it, and she looked keenly through the semidarkness into her companion's face. His meek eyes met hers, softly, suavely, aggravatingly innocent as usual.