“I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. The washerwoman reported that she had seen a man one day riding out for an early morning hunt, but was unsure of his identity. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel him. " He laughed and followed her into the hotel. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. It generalized everything she put to it.
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