Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. Mr. To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasite—something quite insignificant.
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