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The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. It was not
a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of
the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the
bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these
circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. It was the
expression of Miss Klegg’s face that put the idea into Ann Veronica’s head of
showing Manning at the College one day, an idea which she didn’t for some
reason or other carry out for a fortnight. “Come on. The prisoner, however, submitted
more quietly than was anticipated. ‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle.
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