The burden of decision had been transferred. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea. "Of course, I haven't the least evidence that the boy has done anything wrong; it's what I'd call a hunch; piecing this and that together. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. She hugged Lucy, who had finished eating.
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