’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. ” “So far,” she continued, eyeing hungrily the last morsel of roll which lay upon her plate, “my only chance of occupation has lain with a photographer who engaged me on the spot and insulted me in half an hour.
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