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For a time she sat on a rail before leaving the road for the downland turf. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father,
taking his lonely way to sea. It’s my other side of the
moon. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. You did not marry her because you loved
her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry
her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to. As the time when his identity
had to be proved approached, this rigour was, in a trifling degree, relaxed, and a
few persons were occasionally admitted to the ward, but only in the presence of
Austin. There are also the
letters which were scattered about Wild's room after the murder of Sir Rowland. Chapter XXI
HER SISTER’S SECRET
“I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. There are two ways to go in, you understand. My father's chief
fear, I must tell you, is from the baneful influence of Jonathan Wild. Look at it, I say. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly
stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. Availing himself of certain
inequalities in the door, he soon managed to climb up to the roof; and securing
his feet against a slight projection in the wall, began to use the fork with great
effect. He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes.
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