" "My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. To his relief, Mrs Sindlesham stepped into the breach, grasping her cane and rising painfully from her chair. I shall count it a privilege. He stopped abruptly. "Your detective has been remiss in his duty; let him suffer for it. She suspected that he would take a mistress just as soon as they returned to Florence. hopelessly, and it made me desperate. He's neighbourly; he has a jingle for every ache and joy I've had. There, after protestations of friendliness and helpfulness that were almost ardent, he mounted a little clumsily and rode off at an amiable pace, looking his best, making a leg with his riding gaiters, smiling and saluting, while Ann Veronica turned northward and so came to Micklechesil. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie. She opened and read it at once.
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