The man lingered. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. "I heard his voice; but I saw them on the stairs, and durst not approach him, for fear of giving the alarm. ’ ‘We are not all of us so empty-headed, Melusine,’ pleaded Miss Froxfield.
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