“What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend. It had gone with the rest. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. ‘What is it that you told him?’ ‘Nothing, miss, I swear. Its parents have perished. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. " "Queer birds. ” She replied informally.
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