" "And by whom were they both destroyed?" demanded his sister, raising herself by a painful effort, and regarding him with a searching glance. . ’ It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. ‘Would you have me face my maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell you, for your father would not have done. “Stay where you are for a moment,” she directed. ’ Handing over the guineas, he added, ‘For you.
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