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Sir Bruce Leverton forgot his own troubles for the moment. He knew in some vague way that Mrs. Cardella was in deep and bitter distress. She spoke in a distant fashion, as if she were not fully conscious of what she was saying. She pressed her hand to her head.
"You will pardon me," she said. "I did not mean to come here at all. I--I was out for a walk. Then I saw the light in the window, and it attracted me.like the moth is attracted by the candle."