?” she asked. Then the inner door opened abruptly. ” He said. Perceiving he was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had had the honour of addressing. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. Not I. ” She spoke rather quickly, because she found her father’s question the most awkward she had ever had to answer in her life. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire.
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