‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. He called here on his way back, after he had been to Bedlam to visit poor Mrs. White. ‘Certainly I can prove it. As he pocketed it, her open palm reached out and slapped his cheek. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. On searching the coat, he found, amongst other matters, a mask, a key, and a pocket-book. ’ ‘Have no fear. How would he act when he learned that it had vanished? She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. “Indeed I shall not forget your offer. Then he looked across at Mrs Sindlesham. Ramage stood up, and suddenly turned the key in the door in an off-hand manner.
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