With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. ‘You will take the place of André?’ ‘Exactly so. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. ‘That’s right, you bone idle do-nothings. “All right?” he asked.
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