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She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. She lived, he noted, very carelessly. He could have easily forced it, but preferred a more expeditious mode of reaching the roof which suggested itself to him. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. ’ The lodgekeeper had been in fine fettle by the time Major Alderley had produced his investigatory force at the gates. The man himself was not a pleasant object.
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