" Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds. I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. ” “Climbing?” “Yes. " So saying, he hurried up stairs, opened the back door, and was quickly in the yard. She waited expectantly. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. She took it for granted Ann Veronica wore stays—mild stays, perhaps, but stays, and thought no more of the matter.
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