Even now I do not understand. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed.
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