She forced herself not to think of John. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. Get out your pad and pencil. Her mind went on generalizing. Her neck was smeared with red and remorse flooded him. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night. White. And then—this sudden thrust.
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