Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. "Lead on!" Followed by Darrell, Jonathan retraced his dangerous path. He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on together in a rush. What had happened to it? She had broken it, certainly. You know you don’t mean it. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it.
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