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He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. Kneebone and Winifred. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. After a while, he raised his eyes; and, if their glance could have been witnessed at the moment, it could not have been easily forgotten. ‘And, if this was not enough,’ went on the lady furiously, ‘you dare to say I am French. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. At this juncture, the door was opened by Rachel.
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