‘I thought it was his great-nephew, young Brewis Charvill, who is his heir. He smiled complacently. 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. It was obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour. It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern.
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