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Portrait of Mary Roberts Rinehart Mary Roberts Rinehart The Window at the White Cat — XXIII. A Box of Crown Derby (1910)

I had intended to go back to the city at once, but Miss Letitia's box had put her in an almost cheerful humor, and she insisted that I go with her to Miss Jane's room, and see how it was prepared for its owner's return.
"I'm not pretending to know what took Jane Maitland away from this house in the middle of the night," she said. "She was a good bit of a fool, Jane was; she never grew up. But if I know Jane Maitland, she will come back and be buried with her people, if it's only to put Mary's husband out of the end of the lot.
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Portrait of Mary Roberts Rinehart Mary Roberts Rinehart The Window at the White Cat — XXIII. A Box of Crown Derby (1910)

I supplemented.
"It is very comforting to have a friend one can rely on," she finished, and the little bit of kindness went to my head. If she had not got a cinder in her eye at that psychological moment, I'm afraid I would figuratively have trampled Wardrop underfoot, right there. As it was, I got the cinder, after a great deal of looking into one beautiful eye—which is not as satisfactory by half as looking into two—and then we were at Bellwood.
We found Miss Letitia in the lower hall, and Heppie on her knees with a hatchet.
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