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With
perfect
control
the
Angel
dropped
Lord
O
’
More
’
s
card
in
the
tray
,
stepped
past
his
servant
,
and
stood
before
his
lordship
.
“
Good
morning
,
”
she
said
with
tense
politeness
.
Lord
O
’
More
said
nothing
.
He
carelessly
glanced
her
over
with
amused
curiosity
,
until
her
color
began
to
deepen
and
her
blood
to
run
hotly
.
“
Well
,
my
dear
,
”
he
said
at
last
,
“
how
can
I
serve
you
?
”
Instantly
the
Angel
became
indignant
.
She
had
been
so
shielded
in
the
midst
of
almost
entire
freedom
,
owing
to
the
circumstances
of
her
life
,
that
the
words
and
the
look
appeared
to
her
as
almost
insulting
.
She
lifted
her
head
with
a
proud
gesture
.
“
I
am
not
your
’
dear
,
’
”
she
said
with
slow
distinctness
.
“
There
isn
’
t
a
thing
in
the
world
you
can
do
for
me
.
I
came
here
to
see
if
I
could
do
something
—
a
very
great
something
—
for
you
;
but
if
I
don
’
t
like
you
,
I
won
’
t
do
it
!
”
Then
Lord
O
’
More
did
stare
.
Suddenly
he
broke
into
a
ringing
laugh
.
Without
a
change
of
attitude
or
expression
,
the
Angel
stood
looking
steadily
at
him
.
There
was
a
silken
rustle
,
then
a
beautiful
woman
with
cheeks
of
satiny
pink
,
dark
hair
,
and
eyes
of
pure
Irish
blue
,
moved
to
Lord
O
’
More
’
s
side
,
and
catching
his
arm
,
shook
him
impatiently
.
“
Terence
!
Have
you
lost
your
senses
?
”
she
cried
.
“
Didn
’
t
you
understand
what
the
child
said
?
Look
at
her
face
!
See
what
she
has
!
”
