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Catching
up
the
paper
,
she
hurried
to
the
desk
and
laid
down
Lord
O
’
More
’
s
card
.
“
Has
my
uncle
started
yet
?
”
she
asked
sweetly
.
The
surprised
clerk
stepped
back
on
a
bellboy
,
and
covertly
kicked
him
for
being
in
the
way
.
“
His
lordship
is
in
his
room
,
”
he
said
,
with
a
low
bow
.
“
All
right
,
”
said
the
Angel
,
picking
up
the
card
.
“
I
thought
he
might
have
started
.
I
’
ll
see
him
.
”
The
clerk
shoved
the
bellboy
toward
the
Angel
.
“
Show
her
ladyship
to
the
elevator
and
Lord
O
’
More
’
s
suite
,
”
he
said
,
bowing
double
.
“
Aw
,
thanks
,
”
said
the
Angel
with
a
slight
nod
,
as
she
turned
away
.
“
I
’
m
not
sure
,
”
she
muttered
to
herself
as
the
elevator
sped
upward
,
“
whether
it
’
s
the
Irish
or
the
English
who
say
:
’
Aw
,
thanks
,
’
but
it
’
s
probable
he
isn
’
t
either
;
and
anyway
,
I
just
had
to
do
something
to
counteract
that
’
All
right
.
’
How
stupid
of
me
!
”
At
the
bellboy
’
s
tap
,
the
door
swung
open
and
the
liveried
servant
thrust
a
cardtray
before
the
Angel
.
The
opening
of
the
door
created
a
current
that
swayed
a
curtain
aside
,
and
in
an
adjoining
room
,
lounging
in
a
big
chair
,
with
a
paper
in
his
hand
,
sat
a
man
who
was
,
beyond
question
,
of
Freckles
’
blood
and
race
.
