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The hard, cold face had softened slightly. It seemed to Ravenspur that there was something akin to a smile in Countess Flavio's eyes when once more they were alone in the drawing-room together.
"Let us try and forget that dreadful scene," she said, "as I will try and forget what a hard, misunderstood life mine has been."