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Chapter 27
Chapter 27 The car stopped in front of the great house in Grosvenor Square. Lady Cynthia turned to her companion. “You must come in, please,” she said. “I insist, if it is only for five minutes.” Sir Timothy followed her across the hall to a curved recess, where the footman who had admitted them touched a bell, and a small automatic lift came down. “I am taking you to my own quarters,” she explained. “They are rather cut off but I like them— especially on hot nights.” They glided up to the extreme top of the house. She opened the gates and led the way into what was practically an attic sitting-room, decorated in black and white. Wide-flung doors opened onto the leads, where comfortable chairs, a small table and an electric standard were arranged. They were far above the tops
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