To his relief, Mrs Sindlesham stepped into the breach, grasping her cane and rising painfully from her chair. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. ‘Now I see why you’re marrying this woman, Hilary. But, perhaps, you'll first accompany me to my dwelling for a moment, that we may arrange our accounts before we start. ‘I must see the lady who is my great-aunt. “I thought you were coming right across the Park. Passing thought. She ought to be softened and tender and confidential at this phase of her life. Again silence. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark.
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