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The young lady with frizzled hair, whom Brendon had pointed out to her as Miss Ellicot, leaned forward from her hostess’s side. The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. “Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in the room, say two minutes, before you arrived. It had been her home for hundreds of years. And, when I have seen him pining away before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought my prayers were heard. With a little more meat on him, he would be handsome. But all those empty years!… My heart was hot. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. “Bad hemorrhage,” he said. ‘Comment? You have then met this Suzanne?’ The woman turned a deep red. Wood turned to look at him.
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