Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. "To me?" gasped Winifred. I can't invent; the thing won't come.
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