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"Your witness, Mr. Hunter."
Edith Nolan thought with an edge of panic: Is that all, Cecil? The Old Man's face was saying a kind of good-bye to her, turning away, not apparently displeased or disappointed-satisfied rather, so far as one could hope to read a face that must also be presenting a front to the gaze of the jury. But there was so much m