His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. ‘Assuming she can prove her identity, does Remenham House belong to her?’ Mrs Sindlesham shifted her shoulders. " The girl smiled and began to munch a sandwich. " "As many as you please," replied Wood, walking towards the chimney-piece, and taking down a constable's, staff, which hung upon a nail. Nothing to do; nothing for the hands, the mind, the heart.
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