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The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers! The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully toward the sound. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. On these were thrown all the horrible contents of Jonathan's museum, together with the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard. She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’ after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the railway station.
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