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Chapter XIX
“THIS IS NOT THE END”
“I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking
off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. This year—I’ve got it
badly. ’
As if to bear her out, the door opened at this precise moment to admit Saling,
who barely announced Captain Roding before the man himself strode into the
room. I was perfectly satisfied with your appearance. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated to Saint
Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed amid the arches,
where "was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone
Bridge at London:" and it still boasted an edifice (though now in rather a
tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a palace,—we mean Nonesuch
House. She saw herself building up a life upon that
—a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a
life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. . “Mid-thirties. "What a very remarkable thing it is," he observed, applying to his snuff-box,
"that Thames Darrell, whom we all supposed dead,"—Kneebone in his heart
sincerely wished he had been so,—"should turn out to be alive after all. Her whole conduct and tone had
been modest and ladylike. He did not come out of
his chloroform coma and sailed weakly to his death.
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