He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the inscription. You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. “Where to?” he asked, as the hansom drove up. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. . As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. . ” There was a long silence.
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