"You'll never return. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar. "A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for doubtful secrecy, when certain silence might be so cheaply procured. She had asked to borrow his pencil out of dire necessity. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald grinned. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. " "No, Sir Rowland. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. But, moving through into the first of the large main rooms that led one into another around the house, with here and there an antechamber between, it was obvious that the task was not going to be easy. "It's runnin' a great risk.
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