She stood up and he sat down at the microscope, and for a time he was busy scrutinizing one section after another. One always dreamed of this and never believed it. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. ” The detective thrust his notebook into his pocket. He felt her relaxation and let go of her wrists. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. ” Mr.
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