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Evie
did
not
answer
.
Julia
gave
her
a
glance
and
saw
that
she
was
looking
grim
.
(
"
To
hell
with
her
.
What
do
Icare
what
she
thinks
!
"
)
He
ought
to
have
been
there
by
now
.
It
was
after
five
.
He
was
bound
to
come
;
after
all
,
he
’
d
promised
,
hadn
’
t
he
?
She
put
on
a
dressing
-
gown
,
not
the
one
she
made
up
in
,
but
a
man
’
s
dressing
-
gown
,
in
plum
-
coloured
silk
.
Evie
took
an
interminable
time
to
put
things
straight
.
"
For
God
’
s
sake
don
’
t
fuss
,
Evie
.
Leave
me
alone
.
"
Evie
did
not
speak
.
She
went
on
methodically
arranging
the
various
objects
on
the
dressing
-
table
exactly
as
Julia
always
wanted
them
.
"
Why
the
devil
don
’
t
you
answer
when
’
I
speak
to
you
?
"
Evie
turned
round
and
looked
at
her
.
She
thoughtfully
rubbed
her
finger
along
her
nostrils
.
"
Great
actress
you
may
be
.
.
.
"
"
Get
the
hell
out
of
here
.
"
