Mrs Sindlesham raised her brows. " "I do not doubt it," retorted Winifred, scornfully; "because I attach credit neither to one nor the other. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. “I meant it. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray.
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