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🎮 "Wouldn't it perhaps after all be better," she asked, "before doing this, to see if we can make his whereabouts certain?" CHAPTER XIII!

🏆 Owen, as if in quest of his umbrella, looked vaguely about the hall—looked even wistfully up the staircase—while the neat young woman complied with Fleda's request. Owen's eyes then wandered out of the open door. "I think it's awfully nice here," he observed; "I assure you I could do with it myself." "So you didn't ask?" The words had the note of surprise.!

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