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Lady Campion's drawing-room continued to fill -- to fill and to empty -- for as some went out, others came in. And everywhere and at all moments, Hertha Norreys was surrounded and eagerly greeted.
"It is wonderful how much she is made of," thought Winifred from her corner. "Not, of course, that she does not deserve it, but I have so often been told that the best people are not the most appreciated by the common herd."