Stonor's enormous face. Monumental! The
speaker looked straight into my eyes.
"It used to make me sick to think of her going about the world murdering
people."
Jermyn approached the handkerchief a little nearer to the grate and
groaned. It was simply a habit he had.
"I've seen her once," he declared, with mournful indifference. "She had
a house--"
The stranger in tweeds turned to stare down at him, surprised.
"She had three houses," he corrected, authoritatively. But Jermyn was
not to be contradicted.
"She had a house, I say," he repeated, with dismal obstinacy. "A great,
big, ugly, white thing. You could see it from miles away--sticking up."
"So you could," assented the other readily. "It was old Colchester's
notion, though he was always threatening to give her up. He couldn't
stand her racket any more, he declared; it was too much of a good
thing for him; he would wash his hands of her, if he never got hold of
another--and so on. I daresay he would have chucked her, only--it may
surprise you--his missus wouldn't hear of it.
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