’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. Almost simultaneously they burst out laughing. Then he turned round and gazed thoughtfully at the particular spot in the fog where Courtlaw had disappeared. Nothing else matters. " "I have often conjured up some frightful vision of the dead," murmured the knight, "but I never dreamed of an interview with the living. " "Where are you going?" asked his mother. She remained for a few moments standing as though listening to his retreating footsteps.
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