Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. My letters are returned unopened, her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep. To them all I am nothing.
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