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IT was obvious to Verity that Steve was furiously angry. His grey eyes smouldered and his face was oddly white as he led the way blindly across the hall and up the main staircase—he was evidently making for his room. Trailing obediently after him, Verity was suddenly struck by the thought that he had never seen Steve in a rage before.
It was at moments like this that he realized how widely the relationship of employer and employee sundered them, however much Steve, in his good-natured way, was pleased to thrust it into the background. For all the unclouded cordiality of their personal contact, there was little real intimacy between them. Verity, in his staid, Victorian way, would not have had it otherwise. He had served Steve's father as European manager of the Garrison Company and he
