"O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. ’ A multitude of changes flitted across Melusine’s features as she stood there for a space, unusually silent. That is not reasonable.
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