“Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much.
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