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“Forgive my coming in,” she said to Ennison. “Come to my rooms and have a drink. ” He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond serenity. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. . With thinly veiled glee, Michelle described a rumor she had heard about John at a recent party.
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