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Wood bore up with great fortitude against the shock, attended the inquest, delivered his evidence with composure, and gave directions afterwards for the funeral, which took place on the day but one following—Sunday. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour. If Ray left the house, it would be easy. ‘Naturally I had to come,’ confirmed the lively blonde, her eyes twinkling up at Alderley. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank. Spurling, drily. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour! She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty. They thought that she was her own mother. Come! come!" "Hear me, mother," cried Jack, "and I will explain to you why the villain makes this strange and revolting proposal. Nigel Ennison was he. Where I am in error, you can set me right. Even this man-hunting machine was willing to grant the boy his honeymoon.
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