He looked no longer at his wife. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. " [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Corporation. ’ *** Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores. It was Ennison who for the rest of his visit was quiet and subdued. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off, looking away. Oriental rugs adorned the sea of shiny hardwood floors, kept polished with an eye for detail that bordered on Japanese. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone.
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