‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. He never asked questions; he never addressed his companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. “It’s like this,” he said, and dragged a stool beside her and sat down with his elbow four inches from hers and made a sketch.
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