At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. What you’re after is too risky. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. “I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. But Darrell averted his head. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened windows. She rode him gently. But I had to know for sure. “I too am asked. I have suspected him of possessing a skeleton key to my apartments.
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