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was instantly conscious of the change, but was too full of her story to wonder at its origin.
The talk drifted on to indifferent topics as Mrs. Durham kept the ball rolling on things operatic and literary. Then she rose, excusing herself gracefully on the plea of work, and left the friends alone. Victoria plunged into the subject next her consciousness.
"I hope," she said, "you won't be angry, but I've something to say about that pin you had on yesterday."
Philippa's face showed a kaleidoscope of expressions, but a painful recollection dominated.
"Do you know, Victoria, I lost it—I can't imagine how. I was dining last night at the Denisons', and when I got home, it was gone. I can't imagine how; the fastening was secure. I must have pulled it off with my wraps. I'm heartbroken over it!"
"Lost!" cried Victoria, aghast, seeing the one plank of her proof against Valdeck disappear into thin air. She looked sharply at her friend. For once she did not question the truth of her statement; the chagrin was genuine. "It must
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