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I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. . An ugly flush stained his cheeks. ” She said, studying his face, which seemed to lose its childishness a little more with each day. ’ There was no denial in Martha’s face, though Melusine longed to hear her words contradicted. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. The Night-Cellar XVIII.
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