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” Courtlaw was alarmed at the man’s pallor. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. ’ The lodgekeeper had been in fine fettle by the time Major Alderley had produced his investigatory force at the gates. ” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and spoke in an entirely indifferent tone.
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