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As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. Suspicion was in his face. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. ” The lady in black satin looked at the pile of luggage outside and hesitated. Perhaps my wife has already prepared you for what I wish to say. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. The other was to go into business—into a photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop.
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