“Well,” she admitted. ” He read it in winter in the evening after dinner, and Ann Veronica associated it with a tendency to monopolize the lamp, and to spread a very worn pair of dappled fawn-skin slippers across the fender. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. A few seconds sufficed to clear the passage, through which it had previously cost him more than two hours to force his way. Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. I expect company.
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