You owe what I have done for you, to him, not to me. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. Dollis Hill revisited 324 XII. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said.
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