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A cruel crimson stained Ellen's cheeks. She could feel the hot blood burn and sting to the roots of her hair. It seemed to her that never before had woman been placed in such a trying predicament. Duty was plain before her, too, honour and honesty impelled her to speak the truth, and denounce the man who had thrust his company where it was the least wanted.
"Hello, Philip hasn't come," Sir Bruce went on cheerfully. "How is that? Has he been detained?"