” Her eyes glinted, macabre. ’ ‘No, no,’ the other lady assured her with a twinkle. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her. That's a queer yarn. It—it is nothing,’ she said, although with a tremor in her voice. But I am here. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley.
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