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never,except...yes,once,shehadnoticedapairofthesameshapeonAnnabelBalch.
Ablushofmortificationsweptoverher.AllysometimessewedforMissBalchwhenthatbrilliantbeingdescendedonNorthDormer,andnodoubtshepickeduppresentsofcast-offclothing:thetreasuresinthemysterioustrunkallcamefromthepeoplesheworkedfor;therecouldbenodoubtthatthewhiteslipperswereAnnabelBalch’s....
Asshestoodthere,staringdownmoodilyatherfeet,sheheardthetripleclick-click-clickofabicycle-bellunderherwindow.ItwasHarney’ssecretsignalashepassedonhiswayhome.Shestumbledtothewindowonherhighheels,flungopentheshuttersandleanedout.Hewavedtoherandspedby,hisblackshadowdancingmerrilyaheadofhimdowntheemptymoonlitroad;andsheleanedtherewatchinghimtillhevanishedundertheHatchardspruces.
