I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. In the periphery of her vision, she saw the door pulled back. “No, Lucy, it isn’t fine and I am sorry. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it.
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