. An audible crack sounded in the kitchen and Mark slumped backwards, unconscious. Without Sheila, the denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the ability to communicate with each other. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. “I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. His frowning gaze came back to her. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse.
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