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Lady Silverdale regarded her companion with a certain frank curiosity which was not displeasing to Esme Legarde. There was no trace of the society mask over Elsie Silverdale's face now--she was a beautiful and charming woman with the nameless fascination about her that few could resist. She held Esme's hands in hers for a minute or so, gazing intently in her face.
"There should be a bond of sympathy between us," she said. "We have both suffered much in the same way."