“I got Sydney’s telegram at ten o’clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the Gare du Nord. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. Do help me, Lady Ferringhall. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. They broke open the entrance into Jonathan's store-room—plundered it of everything valuable—ransacked every closet, drawer, and secret hiding-place, and stripped them of their contents. I am a murderer.
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