The Secret Power by Marie Corelli
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this solitude just suits me. If I were at the 'Plaza' I should have
to meet a lot of women--" "No, you wouldn't," interrupted Manella, suddenly and sharply--"only one woman." "Only one? You?" She sighed, and moved impatiently. "Oh, no! Not me. A stranger." He looked at her with a touch of inquisitiveness. "An invalid?" "She may be. I don't know. She has golden hair." He gave a gesture of dislike. "Dreadful! That's enough! I can imagine her,--a die-away creature with a cough and a straw-coloured wig. Yes!--that will do, Manella! You'd better go and wait upon her. I've got all I want for a couple of days at least." He seated himself and took up his note-book. She turned away. "Stop a minute, Manella!" She obeyed. |
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