It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. “We may just as well have our talk afterwards,” she said, “and I need not keep poor Mr. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. \"Today's Friday, isn't it?\" Lucy remembered. There was no point in rushing into the long walk home. "Tomorrow I shall have a visitor.
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