Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. Ovarian cancer. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. "In the mean time, with your permission, I'll just make a few minutes of our conversation. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg. ‘Ha! It’s you, is it?’ He threw a glance at his two juniors.
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