" "Go, I insist," cried Thames, "or take the consequences upon yourself. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. The cart, meantime, had approached the fatal tree. The girl nodded sagely. Find them at Remenham House—if you can. " Out of the beaten track! thought Spurlock. I’ll have to make a visit out of town. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone.
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