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"What was it?" He was insistent. He uttered a deep groan, but said
nothing. It was easy to recognize, the one
thing that had stayed the same over the years. ’
‘How shocking. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour
of the tropical night. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow
and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the
nuns. He had the same
dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the
same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. He seemed to be about to move toward her. ’ He fitted the hat
onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. A conviction that her sister’s words were true had from the
first possessed her. Wood. Ennison. "
"Save us!" exclaimed Wood. She explained she was expecting an important interview,
and asked that her visitor should be duly shown in.
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