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The next afternoon, a few moments after Beverly had gone for his drive, Morgan Steele's card was brought up to Patience. She had imagined that this first call would induce a mild thrill of nerve, but she merely remarked to the butler: "Tell him I will be down in a moment," walked to the long mirror in the corner, and shook out her violet and white organdie skirts. Her long hair was braided and tied with a lavender ribbon.
"I look very well," she thought, and went downstairs.