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The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the
segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is needless to say it
originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden partition. “It’s very
late. Sheppard staggered forward. ” She
found herself trying to remember all the old tunes her
mother had taught her, as they were bright as little stars. But though he visited Sir Rowland Trenchard's seat,
Ashton Hall, he could gain no tidings of him, or of his uncle, Sir Rowland, who,
it seems, has left the country. "I could almost forgive the wretch
the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that,"
he added, a little confused. And the woollen-draper departed. She resolved to walk across the Park to
the Zoological gardens, and so on by way of Primrose Hill to Hampstead Heath. What is he—English
or American?"
"American. He was a
thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in
any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always
been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. ”
Chapter XXV
THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH
The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room
with a deferential little gesture. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a
friendly American bar-keep to talk to. Bring your liveralong?"
"I sometimes wonder if I have any—if it isn't the hole where it was that aches.
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