In Sight of St. Paul's — page 167: what you’re looking at

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# 162 AILEEN FALLS INTO THE TRAP. A low knock aroused her from her reflections, and she started to her feet, all her apprehensions again awakened. ‘(Come in!’’ she called, in a trembling voice. The door opened, and there appeared upon the threshold a man whose face seemed familiar to her, but whom at the moment she could not place. ‘The old lady down stairs said here,’’ observed the intruder, ‘‘soI came up. How do you do, Miss Millar? You don’t seem to remember me. My name’s ‘l‘reacher—Edward ‘Treacher, attorney at Then it flashed upon Aileen where she had seen him before, that night at Harry’s birthday party. ‘Yes, I remember you now, Mr. Treacher,’’ she said, coldly. ‘I beg pardon. I made a mistake. I expected to see Mr. Chichester, Jr.—Mr. Tom, you know. I had _ business with him, very important business. But I can’t wait. Good-day.”’ Important business! Aileen at once wondered if it could have anything to do with what had _ been troubling her so deeply, and she determined to make an effort to detain the lawyer until Tom’s return. ‘‘One moment,’’ she said, quickly. ‘‘He will be back shortly. And besides, I would like to ask you something. ’”’ Treacher consulted his watch. Gomicbooks (E(0) m