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White Blackmail
Ofcourse,he’snothingbutarottenplayboy—still,afortuneofthatsizeisaresponsibility,there’salimittothenegligenceamancanpermithimself!"Heglancedatherface:itwasoddlytense,thefeaturessharpened,makingherlookolder."Heowedacertaindutytohisstockholders,didn’the?
...Didn’the,Henry?"
"Doyoumindifwedon’tdiscussit?"
Shemadeatightening,sidewisemovementwithherlips,theequivalentofashrug,andwalkedintothebedroom.
Hestoodatthewindow,lookingdownatthestreamingroofsofautomobiles,lettinghiseyesrestonsomethingwhilehisfacultyofsightwasdisconnected.Hismindwasstillfocusedonthecrowdintheballroomdownstairsandontwofiguresinthatcrowd.Butashislivingroomremainedontheedgeofhisvision,sothesenseofsomeactionhehadtoperformremainedontheedgeofhisconsciousness.Hegraspeditforamoment—itwasthefactthathehadtoremovehiseveningclothes—butfartherbeyondtheedgetherewasthefeelingofreluctancetoundressinthepresenceofastrangewomaninhisbedroom,andheforgotitagaininthenextmoment.
Lilliancameout,astrimlygroomedasshehadarrived,thebeigetravelingsuitoutliningherfigurewithefficienttightness,thehattiltedoverhalfaheadofhairsetinwaves.Shecarriedhersuitcase,swingingitalittle,asifindemonstrationofherabilitytocarryit.
