I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig
Lane—there I got the same answer. There is nobody, then?"
"Oh, there is an aunt. Having no more patience, I drew you
aside to give you a compliment on your radiant beauty. In
some instances she tantalizes the victim for years and mocks him in the end. "
"Uh-huh. For some
seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and
neither spoke. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like
sweet brandy, like blood. I take their
life. "He is," replied a portly personage, arrayed in a gorgeous yellow brocade
dressing-gown, lined with cherry-coloured satin, and having a crimson velvet
cap, surmounted by a gold tassel, on his head. "
"I declare I don't know what to do," said Wood, burned by conflicting emotions. "How very like it is!"
"Not so strange, surely," laughed Thames, "that a picture should resemble the
person for whom it's intended. Yours?"
The stranger hesitated. ‘Am I right in
supposing you to have been a sister to the late Mr Jarvis Remenham?’
‘Quite right.
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