” The three men, who had arrived within a minute or two of one another, received her little speech in dead silence. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. ” Annabel pulled up her veil. Cathy threw Mike a look. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog. It is repulsive. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year.
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