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The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. “Ritter’s!” said Ramage to the driver, “Dean Street. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. Not a scar but has its history. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. 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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