"The night before last, Mr. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. He was staring at her, openly gaping. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. She had seen for herself right up in the bedroom window with her binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night, right with her own eyes.
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