‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. " "The ways of Providence are inscrutable," observed Wood. ” There was a strange look in her face, the look of a frightened child. ’ Gerald frowned. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire.
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