She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. ’ ‘You would speak of the house?’ ‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it, she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she and me and Joan Pottiswick. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as the painting was turned towards him. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. At last his voice came to release her tension. ‘I can manage now. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me.
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