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Ida bit her lip between her teeth sharply, and only with the greatest difficulty suppressed a cry. Fortunately her back was towards the speaker so that he could not get a glimpse of her white, startled face. Evidently this man knew Valerie Brune and had something of the last importance to say to her. Whether he was a friend or an enemy of the girl whom she was impersonating Ida could not speculate. At any rate, he must not be allowed to guess that he had made a mistake.
"What now?" Ida asked impatiently. "Why do you worry me at such an inconvenient time?"