‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. They're only just gone, mercy on us! what a clatter," she added, as the knocking was repeated more violently than before. Rousing himself, he went to the door.
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