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Briggs closed the door and walked away. We four stood in the hall, silent. Suddenly Helen stamped a foot. She said, furiously: "Damn her! She tried to make me feel like a slave girl. As if I were one of your lesser concubines, Alan, whom it amused your Queen to notice."
I grinned, for it was almost exactly what I had thought. She said, viciously: "I saw her whispering to you. I suppose she was asking you to come up'n see her sometime." She gave a Mae West wriggle.