It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. He would go there. Afterward she wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors.
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