She followed the landlady half way up-stairs, and called up to Ann Veronica, “May I come up? It’s me! You know—Nettie Miniver!” She appeared before Ann Veronica could clearly recall who Nettie Miniver might be. Spurlock. The terror faded from her eyes. It rather astonished him. Nothing could occupy her attention long today, unless it concerned her situation. The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. “I do not like to seem inhospitable, Anna,” she said hesitatingly.
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