“So you’ve come!” Nicolette spoke with a little breathless catch in her voice as Kenwyn was shown into her sitting-room by a waiter. “Of course I’ve come,” he replied tranquilly. “Did you think I shouldn’t—after promising that I would?” “I didn’t know what you’d do,” she said. “And—and I wanted to see you so much.” There was something rather appealing about her—even about her very anxiety lest he should not have been going to keep the appointment, and Neil, who had looked forward to the interview with a certain rep…
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