“I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. "The poor things!" The manager laughed. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. Immediately behind this individual, came a pale, poverty-stricken woman, whose forlorn aspect contrasted strongly with his plump and comfortable physiognomy. "That's for Mrs. " "I see," remarked Kneebone. “Thank you. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced.
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