’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. Tears started to the young man's eyes on beholding the change, and it was with difficulty he could command himself sufficiently to make the inquiries he desired to do respecting the former owner of the house. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. But what if she were to marry? He glanced towards the elderly dame and found her watching him, the dimple very much in evidence. He did not even reply to her for several minutes. ’ ‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald. He did not leave much of an 17 impression. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. He added succinctly, ‘Windows are open. And what took you to Remenham House?’ ‘I shall come to that presently,’ said Gerald cautiously. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. " "Well, take a chair," rejoined Kneebone. “She has gone down into the country.
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