It's a mighty quare 'un, though. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Martha was quite right. . She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. Utter silence answered him. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. Sheppard, rushing from the adjoining room.
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