It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. Beneath that tree let us lie. Read it, and you'll find that your unfortunate uncle, Sir Rowland, surrenders to you all the estates in Lancashire. You must dispose of the goldsmith's note I gave you yesterday, as soon as you arrive at Rotterdam.
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