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. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. ” “I can’t imagine what makes you fly out against everything like this,” said Miss Stanley to her niece. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. “I thought every one had heard,” said Miss Klegg. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. That’s what I mean. You are too credulous. Nothing ensued. ” “Ah!” Sir John exclaimed.
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