“And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. ” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. ” He said as Cathy took his coat and alternately handed him back his bouquet of red roses.
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