You had better let me go again. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. 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. She, however, had no idea of doing anything of the sort. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. That was life. When I am angry, I can get very mean. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. “Mr.
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