" "Pity!" shrieked the widow. ‘I recall my father speaking of you as a Remenham. Well, whenever you say, I promise to do away with the mystery. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. ” The change in Lady Ferringhall’s manner was subtle but unmistakable. We have lived under the same roof, but our ways seem to have lain wide apart. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. “I suppose I shall have to write an answer. “The real reason why I am out of place here,” she said, “is because I like men. He had chosen his time well.
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