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‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am. ’
‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. As
they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom
was almost impenetrable. To her intense disappointment, she discovered that all papers had been
removed from desks and cupboards. "Your sympathy is being wasted. "To me?" gasped Winifred. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the
booze back there in little old New York…. I
found him once in my rooms, and I believe that he had a key to my front door. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen
countenance looked gloomier than usual. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich
to the stall as to command all that it had to offer. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast
gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined
things of her childhood.
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