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The
sound
of
his
voice
and
the
words
told
her
who
it
was
.
It
was
the
blushing
young
man
whose
name
she
did
not
know
.
Even
now
,
though
she
had
looked
at
his
card
,
she
could
not
remember
it
.
The
only
thing
that
had
struck
her
was
that
he
lived
in
Tavistock
Square
.
"
It
was
very
sweet
of
you
,
"
she
answered
in
her
own
voice
.
"
I
suppose
you
wouldn
’
t
come
to
tea
with
me
one
day
,
would
you
?
"
The
nerve
of
it
!
She
wouldn
’
t
go
to
tea
with
a
duchess
;
he
was
treating
her
like
a
chorus
girl
.
It
was
rather
funny
when
you
came
to
think
of
it
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
why
not
.
"
"
Will
you
really
?
"
his
voice
sounded
eager
.
He
had
a
pleasant
voice
.
"
When
?
"
She
did
not
feel
at
all
like
going
to
bed
that
afternoon
.
"
Today
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
I
’
ll
get
away
from
the
office
.
Half
-
past
four
?
138
,
Tavistock
Square
.
"
It
was
nice
of
him
to
have
suggested
that
.
He
might
so
easily
have
mentioned
some
fashionable
place
where
people
would
stare
at
her
.
It
proved
that
he
didn
’
t
just
want
to
be
seen
with
her
.
