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’ ‘Well, don’t bite my head off,’ protested Mrs Sindlesham, clearly amused. I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose path. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. “I wish he had,” she said. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. Pews had been brought in and set in two rows before the huge table, covered in white cloth, that formed the altar at the far end. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more likely to weigh upon me than my own. ’ ‘And now we know also who is the prétendant, Mademoiselle Charvill.
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