He looked melancholy enough, it is true. This was enough for the poor widow. When he returned, a moment or so afterwards, he found Sir Rowland standing by the lifeless body of his sister. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. He took Diane out. ‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’ The old lady gave him a sharp look. CHAPTER XXVII. On the left lay the heights of Hampstead, studded with villas, while farther off a hazy cloud marked the position of the metropolis.
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