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WHILE Charles March was examining her I went into the bedroom, where I gazed out of the window, aware of nothing but fears and precautions. The only recognition that I gave to Sheila was that my eyes kept themselves away from any glance at her bed, at the undisturbed immaculate bed.
There I stayed until Charles' step outside warned me. I met the concerned glance from his sharp, searching eyes, and we walked together to the study.