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    t ime, te look t s  o ask questions, I couldn’t help myself.

    Despite here was a green gleam of mischief in her eyes as she leaned forward confidingly.

    ‘Do you believe in gs, Margaret?“

    Do I believe in gs?  could I say? I nodded.

    Satisfied, Miss inter sat back in  unfamiliar impression of .

    ‘er didn’t. Not scientific, you see. So, not believing in gs, srouble when she saw one.“

    It his:

    One briger, ies in plenty of time, left to take to tor’s  full of a po s put a name to but t made renuous activity.

    took  incline t, t muc o tor’s, striding out vigorously, beat raised but  test sense of overexertion, feeling quite probably t s put o it, opped her dead.

    In tance, playing togetakable. t Emmeline in t morning, ther in green.

    It was impossible.

    But no. er ific. S be an explanation. Adeline or’s orpor   aking advantage of an open  of keys left unattended, siced  .

    to do? Running to tless. So approacretcance. So s to tor’s  a run.

    In no time siently at t ig t, but er ant t o tered  knocking.

    tor looked up, startled to see or’s face flusion, , flying free from its grips. S of breated to speak but for t could not.

    ‘ever is it?“  and coming around to put his hands on her shoulders.

    ‘Adeline!“ s !“

    tor, puzzled, froil she room.

    there was Adeline.

    er spun back around to tor. “But I’ve just seen es’s field…” Sly enoug ailed off as so wonder.