‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. The psychic vibration of him thickened the air of the room as if he were already inside. There was none. Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. Other girls gathered around like sheep. On the left lay the heights of Hampstead, studded with villas, while farther off a hazy cloud marked the position of the metropolis. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured.
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