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She shut down the window. Staring down at the deskin front of her she looked at her unfinished letter on the blotting paper. She picked itup, looked at it, crumpled it into a ball and slung it into the waste-paper basket. Thenabruptly she got up from her seat and walked out of the room. She did not even cast aglance around her before she went.
　　The smaller writing-rooms at Bertram's often had an appearance of being empty even when they were not. Twowell-appointed desks stood in the windows, there was a table on the right that held a fewmagazines, on the left were two very high-backed armchairs turned towards the fire. Therewere favourite spots in the afternoon for elderly military or naval gentlemen to ensconcethemselves and fall happily asleep until tea-time. Anyone coming in to write a letter didnot usually even notice them. The chairs were not so much in demand during the morning.
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　　As it happened, however, they were on thisparticular morning both occupied. An old lady was in one and a young girl in the other.The young girl rose to her feet. She stood a moment looking uncertainly towards the doorthrough which Lady Sedgwick had passed out, then she moved slowly towards it. Elvira Blake's face was deadly pale.