She lay there for a few moments watching the sunlight pick out the subdued colors of her bedroom carpet. Then the strange events of the previous evening rushed back into her full consciousness.Angus would be telephoning sometime soon, to discuss the day’s plans, and undoubtedly she would be spending part—perhaps most—of the day with him. She had to decide now what she was going to do if he started to make love to her again. She also had to decide, almost as urgently, what she was going to say to him if and when he questioned her further about Aunt Henrietta.In addition—though of quite secondary consideration, she assured herself—that more than half-serious warning that Michael had given her could not be entirely ignored. It had been very nice and well-intentioned of him, of course. But no doubt it was based on the fact that he and Angus were of such different types that they would inevitably do each other less than justice.A certain degree of prejudice had prompted that warning, she decided firmly.
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