“You, too,” he said abruptly. “What have you done to yourself?” he muttered. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. He bent to her hand, and she slipped off the ring and gave it to him to examine. Father— dead. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the blood seemed to be coming from. ’ ‘Gammon,’ interrupted Hilary scornfully. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs.
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