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The door behind us opened and we turned to see Lord Moray stride into the room. He moved around the couch and looked me over. His eyes were soft, but troubled.
“How do you feel?” he asked me.
“Much better,” I replied.
A ghost of a smile graced his lips. “That’s good.” He took a seat in a chair close to the couch and clasped his fingers together as he studied me. “What exactly did you see?”
I grasped the glass tightly in both my hands and shuddered. “I. . .I saw a woman. She stood beside the fire and I could. . .I could see through her,” I explained.
His lips pursed together. “And did she try to communicate with you?” he wondered.
I shook my head. “No, though she did turn to me. Then Mrs. Greer entered the room and she vanished.”
Lord Moray turned sharply to Greer. “You
