Shotbolt nodded in token of acquiescence, and emitted an odd guttural sound. ‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. What were you doing at Remenham House? I can’t puzzle that bit out. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour.
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