‘And it is not only a question
of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. She tried to
compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm
beauty of the surroundings. ’
The fury welled. "Have nine years so changed me, that there is no trace
left of your adopted son?"
"God bless me!" ejaculated the carpenter, rubbing his eyes, "can—can it be?"
"Surely," screamed Mrs. I don’t wish to marry you at all. And in those days, too, he
used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood
on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. ”
“I wish you would use my Christian name,” he said. The washerwoman reported that she had seen a man one
day riding out for an early morning hunt, but was unsure
of his identity. Never! Perhaps some day,
quite soon, she might regret that breakfast-room. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes
looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a
lowered tone. ’
Captain Roding grinned. He thought it best to let the matter drop.
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