Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. As Spurlock called her name, she paused and turned. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. The individual twist was always there, even in the cleverest forgeries. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape. ‘Ah, the tragedy. Though I’ll wager she used this passage, and we certainly ought to investigate it.
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