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Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. A neighbor stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and cower as he rang the doorbell over and over. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. Her sister Alice seemed to have developed a religious sense away there in Yorkshire, and made appeals that had no meaning for Ann Veronica’s mind.
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