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Lady Torringdor glanced up at her companion uneasily. She would rather this nasty business were forgotten entirely. In her sunny, frivolous way, she had regarded the thing at an end. Du Cros had seemed disposed to make no fight, why therefore should Hugh rake up unpleasantness? Why was he looking so grave?
"I don't know what you are talking about," she said.