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He arrived promptly at half-past four and in his capacious hands were three packages which arrested her eyes at once. He presented them one by one.
"Sugar. Loaf of white bread. Candy--I'm also solid with one of the doctors."
"I feel like pinching myself. White bread!--I've only tasted it twice in two years-both times at the Crillon. And candy--not a sight of it for more than that. I don't like the heavy French chocolates, which were all one could get when one could get anything. I shall eat at least half and take the other half back to Gora."
"Miss Dwight? She's done good work, I'll bet. Just in her line. Somehow, I don't see you--What did you do?"
He watched her hungrily as she made the tea, sitting in a gilt and brocaded chair, whose high tarnished back seemed to frame her dark he
