"It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. “Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in the room, say two minutes, before you arrived. But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke. For a moment she remained silent. ’ ‘But I am not stopping you from carrying on your business. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. ” Ahead of them walked a gentleman whom it was evident they must at their present pace very speedily overtake. ’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. A father is in debt, we'll say. ” He left off abruptly.
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