“Why should it matter?” he said. . But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. “She doesn’t know. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence. A bowl of roses, just brought by Ann Veronica, adorned the communal dressing-table, and Ann Veronica was particularly trim in preparation for a call she was to make with her aunt later in the afternoon. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen.
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