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She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg. She’s obsessed with him, you know, totally obsessed. Wood," said the lady bridling up, "my request may, perhaps, have some weight with you. There's one person in the house whom I wouldn't frighten for the world. He embraced her like her father once had. She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years. As to following, there was no one.
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