" "What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. ‘You will not guess again?’ ‘No, no, I am quite out of ideas. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any precedent.
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