From me. ‘You heard Gosse—I mean, the man you know as Valade?’ ‘Clear as day, miss,’ he uttered. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. There is no further hope. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels.
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