At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. She did not answer him, as she did not know what to say. “Every one raves about her,” Lady Angela continued. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. After debating with himself for some time whether he should employ an assistant, or make the attempt alone, his love of gain overcame his fears, and he decided upon the latter plan. Think of those days in Paris. The last time Pottiswick had called out the militia on suspicion of intruders in Remenham House, a large rodent had been all the spoil.
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