Part 2 The next morning was as dark and foggy as if it was mid-November instead of early March. Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. “As a matter of fact, I deserve to. “Julian, I don’t know how to put this. ‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. . —"Oh! about that boy, Thames Darrell.
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