“I don’t see what else I could have said,” he remarked. He saw her eyes pass him and settle on a fleetingly pretty strawberry blond girl and her effeminate father. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. 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. He never felt any need to explain himself.
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