“Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. " "Allow me to offer you a glass of usquebaugh, my dear," said Kneebone, turning from him, and regarding Edgeworth Bess with a stare so impertinent, that even that not over-delicate young lady summoned up a blush. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface.
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