The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. Come home alone. For the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. I mean—I mean to do what I can. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus.
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