" He patted her hand. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. The blood will rest on your head. I can never be grateful enough. It is only a matter of time before he presents himself to whoever has the deeds to Remenham House—a lawyer I presume—and claims that property for his wife’s. It was as much as I could do to prevent him flying out of the house there and then and coming after you. He nodded silently, too full for words. You know not what a wretched guilty thing I am.
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