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The other came in a woman's utterance. It was Dorothy, at the open door. "Jerold!" she cried, and ran into the room and knelt where he lay on the floor. He was merely stunned. He recovered as if by the power of stubbornness, with his mind strangely occupied by thoughts of Hardy's will the hidden will and the fingers stained with black.
Dorothy struggled against her confusion and alarm. "Why, no," she faltered. "Cousin Ted, you've never met Mr. Fairfax. Jerold, this is my cousin, Mr. Theodore Robinson." "How do you do?" said Garrison, nodding somewhat distantly, since none of the Robinson group had particularly appealed to his tastes. "How are you?" responded Dorothy's cousin, with no attempt to conceal an unfriendly demeanor.
She moved away with a natural gesture towards the man who had opened the door. "Oh, Jerold, this is my Uncle Sykey Mr. Robinson," she said. "He and Aunt Jill have come to pay me a visit. We must all go upstairs to the parlor." She was pale with excitement, but her acting was perfect. Garrison turned to the narrow-eyed old man, who was scowling darkly upon him.
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