" "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly. “It was a phase,” she said. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. ” She made her glasses glint. There will be no avoiding it. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep.
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