She left for good after he fell asleep. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. ‘Ah, grandpére. Oh, goodness! Bilking! Ann Veronica, you’re a bilker!” Pause. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. “Tut, tut!” he said. . “I heard your voices, and the hall is draughty. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation.
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