" Upon which, with an assurance that he would not do so, the attendant departed. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. E. The one nearest to her, which must lead to the library.
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