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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. It
was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed
warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders,
and waited with an appearance of affection. Ogilvy was full of a client’s trouble in that matter, a
grave and even tragic trouble. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of
black-covered books and the pig’s skull.
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