It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. But she must not laugh. I didn't understand then, but I do now. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. Anna tore it open and passed it to Courtlaw. "Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. . Not even, it seemed, this interfering monsieur le major.
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