The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. Mr. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. She had thought of the lawyer who conducted the Remenham business, but she knew not where to find him.
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