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She followed the landlady half way up-stairs, and called up to Ann Veronica,
“May I come up? It’s me! You know—Nettie Miniver!” She appeared before
Ann Veronica could clearly recall who Nettie Miniver might be. \"Want your pencil back?\" She
asked him warily, squinting. . . Wood was unable to
discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and
was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be
the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty
substance, had fallen upon the floor.
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