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Little used to anything that did not appear on the surface, Flora's agitation was yet not lost on Sybil Drummond. The former had the air of one who conceals something, and Sybil told herself proudly that she had not been brought up in an atmosphere of that kind.
"I do not care to make myself in the least disagreeable," she said, in her haughtiest way. "You have been very kind to my dear brother, and I am very grateful to you. Let me try to believe there is a mistake somewhere. Whose photograph did you say that was?"