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When
Evie
reached
the
door
the
boy
made
a
gesture
that
was
so
instinctive
that
her
sensitiveness
rather
than
her
sight
caught
it
.
She
could
not
but
look
at
him
.
His
face
had
gone
quite
pale
.
"
Oh
,
Evie
,
"
she
said
.
"
This
gentleman
wants
to
talk
to
me
about
a
play
.
See
that
no
one
disturbs
me
.
I
’
ll
ring
when
I
want
you
.
"
"
Very
good
,
miss
.
"
Evie
went
out
and
closed
the
door
.
(
"
I
’
m
a
fool
.
I
’
m
a
bloody
fool
.
"
)
But
he
had
moved
the
table
,
and
he
was
on
his
knees
,
and
she
was
in
his
arms
.
She
sent
him
away
a
little
before
Miss
Phillips
was
due
,
and
when
he
was
gone
rang
for
Evie
.
"
Play
any
good
?
"
asked
Evie
.
"
What
play
?
"
