I wonder whether you would mind, Lady Ferringhall,” he went on, with a sudden glance at her, “if I tell you that you yourself remind me a great deal more of what she was like then, except of course that your complexion and colouring are altogether different. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. ‘What are the chances, do you think, of that thing being already cocked?’ ‘Probably not even loaded,’ suggested Hilary hopefully. That is what I must do. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. Then, even as they stood there, the room was plunged into darkness.
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