She felt a little ashamed of herself, a bit of a hypocrite. The doctor had sown a seed, carelessly. "You can, of course, identify this picture as Lady Trafford's property?" pursued Jonathan, with a meaning glance, as he handed it to the knight. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. It's a mighty quare 'un, though. This is simply a chapter of coincidences. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress.
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