“Nor am I now,” he answered. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. “She’s going to have some sort of meal with the Widgetts down the Avenue, and go up with them. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave.
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