‘Assuming she can prove her identity, does
Remenham House belong to her?’
Mrs Sindlesham shifted her shoulders. The flush
deck was without wells. “Admirably, thank you,” Anna answered. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the
boy who wore his hair like Russell. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!”
He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on. How she had fought her eagerness in the beginning, lest it reveal her ignorance
of the marvels of mankind! The terror and ecstasy of that night in Singapore—
the first city she had ever seen! There was still the impression that something
akin to a miracle had piloted her successfully from one ordeal to another. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at
once.
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