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As Mrs. Otway walked slowly on, she could not help telling herself that dear old Miss Forsyth had been more interfering and tiresome than she usually was this morning.
She felt ruffled by the little talk they two had just had -- so ruffled and upset that, instead of turning into the gate of the house where she had been bound -- for she, too, had meant to pay a call in the Close on her way to the cathedral -- she walked slowly on the now deserted stretch of road running through and under the avenue of elm trees which are so beautiful and distinctive a feature of Witanbury Close.