“The doctor has asked me to give them my
reasons—for shooting myself. The minute he discovers Roding here, he’ll know
something is up. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her
mudhook in the bay. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy
skins. “You heard no pistol-shot?”
“None. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo
husband shot down upon one from the skies. “No, I am alone,” she answered. “I thought they made knights of actors?”
“They may of Hal some day,” said Gwen. Wood," she continued, in an authoritative
tone, seeing her husband ready to depart, "one word before you set out. '—'What is it, Mint?' asked
all three. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively,
looking down at her abdomen. She could
feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and
neck raised in response. ‘Expect? He’s had a twenty-four hour watch on Remenham
House these two days. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains.
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