His last actions were
futile. . . "I believe I'll tear them up. As he entered the shop, a
tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the
present proprietor. She was sorry to find Ramage a little disposed to be melancholy. Pausing with the intention of turning back,
he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be
seen through the trees. "
"A white wall is a fool's paper, Jack,—remember that," rejoined Wood. Annabel was in
hiding all the time. Now lend me your own hand. Say that I will call again or let him know my address in London. "
"A miniature! Of whom?"
"That I can't say," replied Jack, mysteriously. "
Neither man spoke. “Indeed!” Anna answered indifferently. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically.
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