She cleaned
everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed
every last drop of blood. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven. "And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my
mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute
Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested. Do you know whoso portrait this is?"
"I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait
of my father. ”
“You are jealous,” she declared contemptuously. "
The prison bars of circumstance, they no longer encompassed her. His long struggle with himself, his
avoidance of her were quite unnecessary.
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