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"Robert Elwell?" Her white stare seemed to travel into space. "Then it was Robert Elwell who came for him." ROBERT LWELL HER WHITE STARE SEEMED TO TRAVEL INTO SPACE THEN IT WAS ROBERT LWELL WHO CAME FOR HIM
he seen that outline before? She stared at it confusedly, her heart hammering in her throat and ears. Then she gave a cry. "This is the man--the man who came for my husband!" She heard Parvis start to his feet, and was dimly aware that she had slipped backward into the corner of the sofa, and that he was bending above her in alarm. With an intense effort she straightened herself, and reached out for the paper, which she had dropped. "It's the man! I should know him anywhere!" she cried in a voice that sounded in her own ears like a scream. Parvis's voice seemed to come to her from far off, down endless, fog-muffled windings. "Mrs. Boyne, you're not very well. Shall I call somebody? Shall I get a glass of water?" "No, no, no!" She threw herself toward him, her hand frantically clenching the newspaper. "I tell you, it's the man! I know him! He spoke to me in the garden!" Parvis took the journal from her, directing his glasses to the portrait. "It can't be, Mrs. Boyne. It's Robert Elwell. FEATURES SOMEWHAT BLURRED BY THE SHADOW OF A PROJECTING HAT BRIM WHERE HAD SHE SEEN THAT OUTLINE BEFORE SHE STARED AT IT CONFUSEDLY HER HEART HAMMERING IN HER EARS THEN SHE GAVE A CRY THIS IS THE MAN THE MAN WHO CAME FOR MY HUSBAND SHE HEARD PARVIS START TO HIS FEET AND WAS DIMLY AWARE THAT SHE HAD SLIPPED BACKWARD INTO THE CORNER OF THE SOFA AND THAT HE WAS BENDING ABOVE HER IN ALARM SHE STRAIGHTENED HERSELF AND REACHED OUT FOR THE PAPER WHICH SHE HAD DROPPED IT'S THE MAN I SHOULD KNOW HIM ANYWHERE SHE PERSISTED IN A VOICE THAT SOUNDED TO HER OWN EARS LIKE A SCREAM PARVIS'S ANSWER SEEMED TO COME TO HER FROM FAR OFF DOWN ENDLESS FOG MUFFLED WINDINGS MISSUS BOYNE YOU'RE NOT VERY WELL SHALL I CALL SOMEBODY SHALL I GET A GLASS OF WATER NO NO SHE THREW HERSELF TOWARD HIM HER HAND FRANTICALLY CLUTCHING THE NEWSPAPER I TELL YOU IT'S THE MAN I KNOW HIM HE SPOKE TO ME IN THE GARDEN PARVIS TOOK THE JOURNAL FROM HER DIRECTING HIS GLASSES TO THE PORTRAIT IT CAN'T BE MISSUS BOYNE IT'S ROBERT LWELL
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