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Leslie looked at Ralph Duncombe vacantly for a moment, as if she had failed to understand him; then the color began to ebb from her face and left it white, and she strove feebly to release herself from Yorke's enfolding arms.
He did not speak, but he glared at Ralph Duncombe in a kind of half-dazed fury.