When she spoke, her lips twitched. She began to read, and presently she entered another world, and remained in it for two hours. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. " "But, Lord, man!—don't you ever get lonesome?" "Don't you?" "I'm too busy. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated.
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