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source but that of strolling impatiently to the window. As her eyes followed him they lit on the books.
"Ah, you've brought them! I'm so glad," she said.
He answered over his shoulder, "For a woman who never reads you make the most astounding exceptions!"
Her smile was an exasperating concession to the probability that it had been hot in town or that something had bothered him.
"Do you mean it's not nice to want to read the book?" she asked. "It was not nice to publish it, certainly but after all, I'm not responsible for that, am I?" She paused, and, as he made no answer, went on, still smiling, "I do read sometimes, you know; and I'm very fond of Margaret Aubyn's books. I was reading Pomegranate Seed when we first met. Don't you remember? It was then you told me all about her."
Glennard had turned back into the room and stood staring at his wife. "All about her?" he repeated, and with the words remembrance came to
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