“Allow me. "To the best of my belief, Thames Darrell has been murdered by you. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. "No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge.
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