Chapter 31
Book V. Chapter XXXI The sound of Miss Painter's latch-key made her start. She was still a bundle of quivering fears to whom each coming moment seemed a menace. There was a slight interval, and a sound of voices in the hall; then Miss Painter's vigorous hand was on the door. Anna stood up as she came in. "You've found him?" "I've found Sophy." "And Owen?--has she seen him? Is he here?" "She's here: in the hall. She wants to speak to you." "Here--now?" Anna found no voice for more. "She drove back with me," Miss Painter continued in the tone of impartial narrative. "The cabman was impertinent. I've got his number." She fumbled in a stout black reticule. "Oh, I can't--" broke from Anna; but she collected herself, remembering that to betray her unwillingness to see the girl was to ri
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