“I find it very hard to write this letter. "I love you like a son, and will follow you like a dog. “I have a message from your sister. Thing's upset you a bit. \"Lucy?\" He called her as she turned. “But your hair,” he gasped. Voilà tout. Well, if she survives the accident—as the blood, who styles himself Sir Cecil, fancies she may do—this ring will make my fortune by leading to the discovery of the chief parties concerned in this strange affair. " "You hear that," whispered Jack. "Take me, then," replied the widow. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty.
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