She lied. ‘Thank you,’ she said, leaning heavily on his arm for a moment. I have—run away. “Delusion!” “You can call it what you like,” she said. “Let us put the lamp out,” she said; “the flames are ever so much better for talking,” and Ann Veronica agreed. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her.
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