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On the afternoon of the day upon which this occurred, Coombe was standing in Feather's drawing-room with a cup of tea in his hand and wearing the look of a man who is given up to reflection.
"I saw Mrs. Muir today for the first time for several years," he said after a silence. "She is in London with the boy."