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Sybil saw me from the window as I walked up Neate Street at ten o'clock that morning. Then, letting myself in with the latchkey, I ascended the stairs, finding her as usual, fresh and dainty, although she was engaged in the prosaic operation of dusting the room.
"Why, Wilfrid! " she gasped, "what's the matter? You're not well, surely! " she cried in anxiety, coming forward towards me.