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It was not a difficult affair. Look at the poor victim at your feet. 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. Deny me, if you please. “But I am your husband,” he said. Why did he imagine she was making this journey to England? She feigned interest. It was as if she had grown right past her father into something older and of infinitely wider outlook, as if he had always been unsuspectedly a flattened figure, and now she had discovered him from the other side. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. "It is an ordinary wedding," he added; "some shopkeeper's daughter. But though he made Blueskin and Kettleby his chief marks, he missed both. Yet she held her tongue. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her.
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