"May I ask whether you made any further inquiries into the mysterious affair about which we were speaking just now?" observed Jackson, turning to the carpenter. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. " "How do you spell the last name?" He spelt it. \" Mark was tall and skinny, a mop of brown hair over a pillar of freckles. “Do tell me all about it. ‘For my part, I am in no hurry to end this exciting little adventure. He was tender with her as he had not been in years. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men.
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