He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. “Your brother has gone?” she asked Sydney, between the courses. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. The hurricane had now reached its climax. I guess.
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