I said I knew he disliked and distrusted you and your work—that you shared all Russell’s opinions: he hates Russell beyond measure—and that we couldn’t possibly face a conventional marriage. His face turned a dark crimson. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. His heir is dead, yes, and his name and title available to me. Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to look for his hostess.
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