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Rh mind. I moved towards the door. She stopped me.

"Who are you going to tell?" "The housekeeper—Mrs. Peddar."

"Oh." This was with a little touch of doubt "She's a woman. You're a man. I'm a woman." She said this with the utmost gravity, as if she were giving utterance to portentous facts which she had just discovered. She seemed to shiver. "Is she—nice? Will she—be kind to me?"

I registered a mental vow that she should be kind to her, or I would know the reason why; I said as much, though with less emphasis of language. Then I left the room.

But, before I actually went in search of Mrs. Peddar I returned into the bedroom, through the door which opened out of the passage. Using that plum-coloured cloak with scant ceremony, I rolled it up into a bundle and thrust it into a wardrobe behind a heap of clothes. Then, opening the window, I stood on the balcony and threw the water in which my visitor had washed her hands and face, as far as I could out into the street I heard it fall with a splash on to the road below.