She shuddered; the room was unfamiliar and unwelcoming. People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our situation. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees.
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