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Even after the door had closed upon Lord Nunneley, and Deane was alone with his fiancee, words did not seem to come easily to either of them. Lady Olive was sitting back in the corner of a low couch. Deane was standing upon the hearthrug, his hands behind him, his face a little wrinkled with perplexity.
"I suppose," he said thoughtfully, "you would like me, Olive, to explain exactly how this claim came about?"