Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. She was bathed in turbid water that had already been used. By a tacit agreement they ignored the significant thing between them, ignored the slipping away of the ground on which they had stood together hitherto.
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