“But I wish,” she said, “I had some idea what I was really up to. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not. Lose not a moment, Hobson. But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room, but did I show you the basement?” He asked.
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