At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Forthwith he presented his card. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. The boy she had loved was gone. He was a little impressed by Ann Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett. \"Really. Books! Aren't they wonderful?" The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned.
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