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But
she
remained
thoughtful
throughout
the
day
.
When
she
got
to
the
theatre
a
parcel
was
waiting
for
her
.
As
soon
as
she
looked
at
the
address
she
knew
what
it
contained
.
Evie
asked
if
she
should
open
it
.
"
No
.
"
But
the
moment
she
was
alone
she
opened
it
herself
.
There
were
the
cuff
-
links
and
the
waistcoat
buttons
,
the
pearl
studs
,
the
wrist
-
watch
and
the
cigarette
-
case
of
which
Tom
was
so
proud
.
All
the
presents
she
had
ever
given
him
.
But
no
letter
.
Not
a
word
of
explanation
.
Her
heart
sank
and
she
noticed
that
she
was
trembling
.
"
What
a
damned
fool
I
was
!
Why
didn
’
t
I
keep
my
temper
?
"
Her
heart
now
beat
painfully
.
She
couldn
’
t
go
on
the
stage
with
that
anguish
gnawing
at
her
vitals
,
she
would
give
a
frightful
performance
;
at
whatever
cost
she
must
speak
to
him
.
There
was
a
telephone
in
his
house
and
an
extension
to
his
room
.
She
rang
him
.
Fortunately
he
was
in
.
"
Tom
.
"
"
Yes
?
"
He
had
paused
for
a
moment
before
answering
and
his
voice
was
peevish
.
"
What
does
this
mean
?
Why
have
you
sent
me
all
those
things
?
"
"
Did
you
get
the
notes
this
morning
?
"
