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The man in front turned round and saw Pamela framed in the doorway with the light behind her. For an instant or two he could not make out her features, though it seemed to him that he had heard that drawling voice before. And then it flashed upon him who it was that spoke so calmly and collectedly in the midst of all that confusion down below on the dancing floor.
"You," he exclaimed with a sort of insolent admiration. "Beauty in distress and all that sort of thing. Rank imposes obligation. When class calls to class, there is only one response. Will you give me your hand, fair lady?"