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Do you mind if she comes up ?" "Not if you don't," said Boots blandly.

He could not endure Rosamund and she detested him; and Nina, who was perfectly aware of this, had just enough of perversity in her to enjoy their meeting.
Rosamund came in breezily, sables powdered with tiny flecks of snow, cheeks like damask roses, eyes of turquoise.
"How d'ye do!" she nodded, greeting Boots askance as she closed with Nina.

"I came, you see, but _do_ you want to be jammed and mauled and trodden on at the Craigs'?
No?
That's perfect!--neither do I.Where is the adorable Eileen?
Nobody sees her any more." "She was at the Delmour-Carnes's yesterday." "Was she?
Curious I didn't see her.