She took up a book and threw it down again. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. "I could have sworn I saw him enter this passage.
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