A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. “That’s suicidal bullshit, Lucy. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. He’s riding down the drive. It was surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly.
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