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The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. . I miss them so. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. He asked her whether she understood what she was saying, and went on to say still more precisely that she should never touch a penny of his money until she came home again—not one penny. “Mr. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. The last that is known of Monsieur Charvill is when he departed the Valade estate. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. Entranced, he stared at the name.
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