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Page 98
It'll find me out first because I'm the older woman , and now that John Bowles is dead , the only one responsible for this house . Him and I have been faithful servants in this house for twenty year . At one time maybe he was thinking ...
It'll find me out first because I'm the older woman , and now that John Bowles is dead , the only one responsible for this house . Him and I have been faithful servants in this house for twenty year . At one time maybe he was thinking ...
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MISS FLECKER : You go too fast , young woman . You may refer to Mrs. Delia Cartwright , nurse , at St. Catharine's Hospital ; and to Jabez Green , 55 Twelfth Street . FLORA ( coldly ) : Mr. Maginnis prob❜ly explained to you that Mr.
MISS FLECKER : You go too fast , young woman . You may refer to Mrs. Delia Cartwright , nurse , at St. Catharine's Hospital ; and to Jabez Green , 55 Twelfth Street . FLORA ( coldly ) : Mr. Maginnis prob❜ly explained to you that Mr.
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It was not a landscape , but a woman's hand and wrist that he had pencilled there . A strange drawing . The fingers - long and gracefully tapered , with a heavy wedding ring - were in the act of clutching , clutching desperately for ...
It was not a landscape , but a woman's hand and wrist that he had pencilled there . A strange drawing . The fingers - long and gracefully tapered , with a heavy wedding ring - were in the act of clutching , clutching desperately for ...
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Yes , she was a woman who ought to have been soft and graceful and yielding like the floating lightness of her dark hair . I used to think she was . I used to sketch her often , with her hair waving in that way in the wind .
Yes , she was a woman who ought to have been soft and graceful and yielding like the floating lightness of her dark hair . I used to think she was . I used to sketch her often , with her hair waving in that way in the wind .
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Yes , it was a woman , drifting in the water . I saw her in the glass . She thrust out her hand and clutched for the periscope . I saw it , the fingers and the wrist , rise up in the lens as if she were grasping at me .
Yes , it was a woman , drifting in the water . I saw her in the glass . She thrust out her hand and clutched for the periscope . I saw it , the fingers and the wrist , rise up in the lens as if she were grasping at me .
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