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eart. The bedroom looked as though she had just left it: the brushes were neatly placed on the toilet-table
one on each side of the comb; someone had smoothed down the bed on which she had spent her last night in
the studio; and her nightdress in a little case lay on the pillow. It was impossible to believe that she would
never come into that room again.
But he felt thirstyand went into the kitchen to get himself some water. Heretoowas order. On a rack were
the plates that she had used for dinner on the night of her quarrel with Stricklandand they had been carefully
washed. The knives and forks were put away in a drawer. Under a cover were the remains of a piece of
cheeseand in a tin box was a crust of bread. She had done her marketing from day to daybuying only what
was strictly needfulso that nothing was left over from one day to the next. Stroeve knew from the enquiries
made by the police that Strickland had walked out of the house immediately after dinnerand the fact that
Blanche had washed up the things as usual gave him a little thrill of horror. Her methodicalness made her
suicide more deliberate. Her self-possession was frightening. A sudden pang seized himand his knees felt so
weak that he almost fell. He went back intyilai：
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