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Some three or four hours later, Miss Pendarth, attired in a queer kind of brown smock which fell in long folds about her tall, still elegant figure, and with a gardening basket slung over her arm, stood by the glass door giving into her garden, when suddenly she heard a loud double knock on her stout, early Victorian knocker.
She turned quickly into her morning room. Who could it be? She knew the knock and ring of each of her neighbours, and this was none of them.