’ Colour suffused the man’s face. ” “It was a mistake,” she faltered. ” 74 She hung up the phone. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. " "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper.
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