When her shock and the headache subsided, and she remembered that she had been reading the letter when Gosse had accosted her, she looked for it in vain. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. “I cannot part with you. He spent a good deal more money and time than he could afford upon the little room at the top of the house, in producing new lapidary apparatus and new microscopic accessories and in rubbing down slices of rock to a transparent thinness and mounting them in a beautiful and dignified manner. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. In this part of the world it is wise never to be separated from your luggage. "But, I own, I think it is like.
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