As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in the wall. Nothing else was put in their place, and they remained sotto voce, as it were, in his mind. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. No offence, I hope. "I'll see. “A serious question. Of you—an angel with one wing.
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