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Chapter 2

WithAnna Bogen

She left the house next afternoon in a mingling of acrimonious good wishes from Moira, who had just got up, and who stood bulging in a pink and silver dressing gown at the window; surreptitious wavings from May the housemaid, to whom she had forgotten to say good-bye; and sudden squeaks of efficiency from Kitty who, deliciously “made up”, and very smart in the black silk coat that wrapped around her slim shape, the black hat with the drooping blue plume that was as a loud pedal to her delicate colouring, had determined to see her off.