“What are you doing?” he asked. He was her only brother, and she his favourite sister. Indeed, if he had been ignorant of it, the sound of voices which he could faintly distinguish, would have served as a caution to him. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. She wedged the towel between her legs.
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