Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders. ” “That is quite untrue,” she declared cheerfully. She was bathed in turbid water that had already been used. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression. There was a hint of tears in her voice. “I shan’t eat him.
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