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In that hushed sonorous house the sound of the door-bell was as loud to the two women upstairs as if it had been rung in the next room.
Miss Cress raised her head in surprise, and Lavinia dropped Mrs. Jaspar's other false set (the more comfortable one) with a clatter on the marble wash-stand. She stumbled across the dressing-room, and hastened out to the landing. With Munson absent, there was no knowing how George might muddle things.