"Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. She pulled her chair with a mild creak and marched towards the stair. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. Darrell.
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