‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg. " "So she may," returned Jack, brightening up; "it's a good idea. Believe me, Anna. Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. ’ ‘Yes, she duped me finely,’ agreed Gerald. A tall, clean-shaven man came out and walked rapidly through the room, exchanging greetings right and left, but evidently anxious to avoid being detained. What were you doing at Remenham House? I can’t puzzle that bit out. It is the worst of talk under such social circumstances that it is always getting cut off so soon as it is beginning; and I went home that afternoon feeling I had said nothing—literally nothing—of the things I had meant to say to you and that were coursing through my head. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch. “A joke! Sir John, if you had presented yourself here an hour ago we should have greeted you in pained silence. “What can one do?” asked Ann Veronica.
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