Pause. But she wished she could put the thing she had done in some way to them so that it would not hurt them so much as the truth would certainly do. "Of course, I haven't the least evidence that the boy has done anything wrong; it's what I'd call a hunch; piecing this and that together. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour.
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