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“Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the
sort. Chapter XI
THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON
Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat
and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern
appliance, the electric dryer. It was as much as I could do to prevent him
flying out of the house there and then and coming after you. You’ll have to go back to
Remenham House. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father.
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