Chapter 89
She disengaged herself gently from him, and turning, opened an old chest that stood at the foot of the bed. She pulled out something white and soft and woolly and held it to him.
"Look, Chris?"
He looked, and the color deepened in his face.
"What is it, Marie Celeste?" he asked very gently.
But he knew quite well that it was Miss Chester's shawl.
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