And if she was ever found living in the area like that, homeless, John could somehow find out. We dine at seven-thirty. Clotilde rushed out of the house, carrying her boy and tugging her girl by the ear. He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. There would be no way of keeping her police questioning a secret from the entire neighborhood.
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