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“MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of
forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to
Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I
don’t want to know. And she is very young, younger than her
years. Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. She was
marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for
him to sit with her in so public a place. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes
since: the same outwardly; and yet…!
On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to
walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair
grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough
to argue about books, music, paintings. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then
than you yourself are now. Plus he’s a genius. "
"I am almost afraid to utter it," said Kneebone; "but Thames Darrell is
murdered.
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