‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I did ask. ‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the inscription. Gosse was backing towards the table. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner.
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