‘You have rifled his papers. The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was deposited at the brink of the grave. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. "Past noon," replied Blueskin. ’ Gerald looked round. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant.
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