Don't lay it all to the boy. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. ‘What, is Nicholas dead?’ He saw the two of them exchange glances and an instinct of danger rose up. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that.
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