‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. 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. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side.
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