‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. "I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense. Did you hear us through the archway, talking cookery?” They went up by the lift in silence.
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