. " "You'd better," replied Quilt. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. “The man alone could supply any, and if he recovers sufficiently to say anything, what he would say would exonerate you. I know faces. . “Her husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a carriage. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit.
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