"The danger's past," whispered Bess. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. ‘What’s more,’ went on Martha, ‘I knew something Mr Charvill didn’t, or he wouldn’t so readily have left it behind him. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. He has been bottling it up all the way from West Kensington.
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