“Okay, Mom. ” “Don’t worry yourself. ” He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog. “What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend. It gave her joy to see them laughing, even though she was unsure of what she had done wrong. That's how I finally got wind of it. Have I your final answer?" "You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. Spurling had retired for the night. Oh God! pardon me.
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