‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. “I murdered them, John. No umbrella either, the sky was delightfully overcast. Ann Veronica intervened a little in the novelist discussion with a defence of Esmond and a denial that the Egoist was obscure, and when she spoke every one else stopped talking and listened.
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