"Are you his ghost, then?"
"No—no," answered Jack. There was
a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an
impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. "
"A friend is not so soon gained as lost," replied Wood; "but how has the
prediction been fulfilled, Joan, eh?"
"I thought you would have guessed, Sir," replied the widow, timidly. Jonathan, though
a very powerful man, was like an infant in his gripe. He
never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for
him. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame
that rapscallion who calls himself your father. Keep up the clamour for five minutes, and I'll finish it. Sir Rowland is one of us," he added, winking at his
companions, "and so was his brother-in-law, Sir Cecil Trafford. He must be gone to dispose of the body. No one spoke, and she
was impelled to flounder on.
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