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Before Clifford could reply a clerk came into the room and laid a visiting card on his employer's table. Then he vanished as quietly as he came.
"Now, there is a strange thing," Lawrence said. "This is Miss Marchand's card. She has evidently called to see me on business, and if you like to hang about in the waiting-room for a bit, I will tell her that you are here."