"Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself. Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers. He would know the truth then once and for all. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. He passed, and came loitering back and stood beside her, silently looking into her face. Kneebone will excuse you.
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