“Why should one pretend?” she whispered. Bribble’s rendering of the service
—he had the sort of voice that brings out things—and was still teeming with
ideas about it when finally a wild outburst from the organ made it clear that,
whatever snivelling there might be down in the chancel, that excellent wind
instrument was, in its Mendelssohnian way, as glad as ever it could be. Manning. “You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short
thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the
screened windows. He introduced her as his
\"friend\" Lucy. Ennison reeled, and
almost fell.
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