By a sort of instinct. "You can, of course, identify this picture as Lady Trafford's property?" pursued Jonathan, with a meaning glance, as he handed it to the knight. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building.
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